Pride

I have learned to live with one dog watching me shower.

Not entirely sure yet what I should do when there are two.

You want me to advertise for your food company.

Why do I have to take my shirt off?

CAUTION

This pantheon is being struck by yet another epidemic of Astoundingly Stupid.

I never caught on to the whole pet-raising fiasco, but the dog has arrived, and I have almost no experience with my new canine acquaintance.

Lust, on the other hand, seems quite enamoured by it. So it may be somewhat cute but surely making motherly, baby, reassuring noises at it is going a little overboard?

Perhaps this gift would better suit her, Gluttony? I want it out of my house, and no amount of headtilts, licking or pleading/sad/cute faces it makes at me will change that.

[Private to Lust and Gluttony]

Change of plans. The power-tripping asswipe's having one of his hissy fits again. I have to go over to NYC.

I will catch up with you in NYC once he's done sulking. Then perhaps we can arrange something for back here in LA.

Don't invite Wrath - she never kisses my ass the same way she kisses Satan's and I'm insanely jealous, my house is worth more than she'll ever earn and I just got it refurbished - or Greed or Raum - this party is for adults; 21 and up only.

Fuck.