Dawg with a Blawg

I hope all of you lovely people had a very merry Christmas! I saw Marty Supreme on Christmas Day, and it was excellent. Timothee Chalamet’s marketing tactics definitely worked. If it wasn’t for him standing on top of the Sphere in Las Vegas, I would have had no interest in seeing a ping pong movie. It was incredible. I highly recommend watching it if you want to see a man with no morals try his very hardest to chase his dream 🏓

Today, my older sister came over to hang out with me and my younger sister for a while, and we had a very interesting and hilarious conversation. I can’t really explain what it was about because it kind of turned into like 37 different side conversations, but I thought I’d provide some of my favorite quotes from it. Feel free to guess which ones were said by me 😀

• “If you were a janitor, you’d be Mr. Johnson for sure.”
• “Every day you amaze me with what you do, and not in a good way.”
• “It’s like an IUD rescue mission.”
• “You’re good for 8 years but it did the Goofy voice to you.”
• “So, he can say that Jack Frost and Santa Claus are brothers, but I can’t ask him how he thinks he’s going to die on Christmas Eve?”
• “Tamiflu? I think they mean Terrymisu.”
• “Baaaaaaaa. I can feel it happening to me.”
• “He is a weak man when it comes to massages.”
• ‘Okay here’s how I started the message, ‘Yo. Yo yo yo yo yo yo.’ And then I sent a gif of a kid with a yo-yo.”

Basically, everything we were saying was complete nonsense, but that is the way that I like my conversations. I enjoy laughing and saying the most ridiculous things I can think of in the most creative way possible, knowing that I will be met with more laughter followed by something even more insane. If my brain was different, I would be so bored every single day. I would die. But thankfully I am the way I am, and we all know that I am never going to die😀

Now, while being silly and funny is the very reason I get up in the morning, it is not without consequence. I recently realized that I may have played into this ridiculousness a bit too much, and have accidentally developed a bit of a frat boy persona that I literally cannot escape when I am around someone handsome. Why when someone goes to hug me, I assume that they are trying to dap me up? In what world would they do that? I don’t know. Why have my emotions created a defense mechanism named Chad? What happened to my sweet lover girl heart; why has it built walls around itself that are decorated with tacky posters and ‘Saturdays Are For The Boys’ flags? I must escape it; this is no way to live. But how, and at what cost? Stay tuned to find out.

I hope you all have the most incredible weekend and enjoy these last few days of 2025! I care greatly for everyone that takes the time to read these silly blogs. You are wonderful and beautiful and kind and perfect!

Stay goofy, but don’t lose your sweet ways, Dawgs! ❤