anyway, i suppose i shouldn't say that's the only reason he called. he also called to berate me for failing on my six month goal to produce any substantial writing. what can i say, he's supportive....
so. dad has inspired me to publish the most substantial thing i could think of (or, you know, saph could think of, since she suggested this post), which was this deep, intellectual, and provoking conversation i had recently with disheveled british guy. remember him? well, he's still here, he's still british, and still very much disheveled.
enjoy.
me: hello! how's it going? i hear you got a dog.
dbg: 'ello, erin! yes, yes, i got a dog. on a whim, really, i was a little bit drunk at the time.
me: oh! um...what kind of dog is it?
dbg: it's a puggle.
me: that's so cute! what did you name him?
dbg: (pause) puggle.
me: oh, um, that's....so do you like having a dog?
dbg: yeah, yeah....it turns out, dogs are a lot of work. i have to take care of him. every day. like, feed him and take him out. he's making me more responsible, though, so that's good, i suppose.
me: that's...good....
(pause)
me: ok, well, see ya!
dbg: bye!
deep, right?!
