Friday, September 17, 2004
I know I always complain abt my 2 dogs, Bubu (Jack Russell) and Chacha (Cockel Spaniel). About how I abhor and hate them to the very core. But I don't really mean it. Most of the time anyway. But today's really the last straw. I was dead to the world, immersed in a wonderful paradise of clothes, free flow of cash and lots of junk food. Think Leonidas chocolate and Walker Sensations Sweet Thai Chili. Then I dreamt that some bitch spilt a drink on my foot and my new 60-quid heels while shopping in Selfridges. I was livid and gave her hell on the spot. It's easy to guess what happens next: I woke up to find Bubu slobbering all over my toes. Really. There's no worse way to be woken up at the unearthly hour of 830am.
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