hey, how do you know how i smell?!?

i'm just going to go with that title for this post, despite the fact that i don;t recall having ever typed in that combination of words before (it autocompleted that in for me). i've had a few cocktails which should make this an interesting post indeedie. i want to mark for posterity the weird dream i had last night, in which keira knightly and beyonce were students at my law school. beyonce was in my study group, and we were all talking about whether or not keira would come back to school in the fall. we began smoking weed, and beyonce turned up her nose. i told her that her boyfriend was hot. then i woke up. the dog and cat are fighting like cats and dogs. bella (dogina, the monarch of hadogidda) has lost all her puppy teeth and is a whiny bitch as her big teeth come in. it's kinda funny, though, cause she lost her puppy teeth way before the adult ones came in to replace--so she looks gummy like w's grandpa. the cat is currently chasing the dog around the house, and w just informed me that he may kill one of the animals if they don't fuking stop. so they did. poor w. he has had some really frustrating poker finishes in the last few days--including a tenth place (one spot from the final table). tonight he was going strong until he flopped a set of jacks and went all in and someone called him--w had a queen kicker and the other dude had a king kicker. so fucking good and then out in 18th place. this week is the virginia prison tour as we visit the large number of people in my client's family who are incarcerated in various places around the state. then friday i am blowing off work to pick up my best biz-natch, alfina the muthafuckin vague. she likes it when i curse in front of the internets. incidentally, they have the internets on computer now. momar out.