travels.

melbourne, may 2006.

ick.

i suppose this is what i get for living in the city, but i fully expect fifteen year-olds to be toilet trained, and not need to urinate on my garage door.

dude, i totally saw you. AND you live two houses down. did you have to pee that bad? were you locked out? COULD YOU HAVE PERHAPS CHOSEN THE BUSHES RIGHT NEXT TO YOU?

my dog found it fascinating, of course.

"eight's good, right?"

i wonder what it says about my city, or indeed my neighborhood, that there are twelve-year olds playing craps in the alley behind my house.

with real money.

and it looks like the youngest is taking them all.

in other delightful news, my dog is doing the crazy dance and dug himself right off the bed. :D