I found this comment on Gawker and post it here because I think it’s quite funny:

If my boyfriend bought me a house, I’d be okay with it, but I’d passive aggressively bitch about the problems with the house for the rest of our relationship.

OK, it’s Sunday, it’s freezing cold outside, there’s nothing but reruns on television, and I’m bored. My apologies for taking it out on you with this nonsense blogging. I realize that some mindless blogging won’t help. What I need is someone to nag. Perhaps it would be a good idea to buy one of those abused and traumatized dogs Animal Rescue sell off cheap to do-gooders with no lives. It’s about time I realize I’m one of these people. If I do get a dog, I will name the bitch Katrine Kielos and train it to attack pram-pushing women. That would add more drama to my dull winter Sundays.