my love is like whoa
I hate my parents. They haven't even been married for six months and already they're talking divorce. They banter back and forth about who gets custody of me and when Daddy will come for visits and frankly it makes me want to gallop off a cliff. Remember, my dear keepers, the cardinal rule of parenting - "Do not use the children as a weapon". *sob* I got my Prozac though. I really think it's helping with my mood swings.
On a happier note, I've decided I want to foal. Mojo seems to have fucked off into an abyss, but there's got to be some stud in the vicinity willing to knock me up. I won't even pull an Uncle Damon and charge a joy fee. If my Daddy won't love me, at least the baby will. Until they sell it for an undisclosed amount and ship it off to polo school. I hate my life. Where can I apply for a new one?
On a happier note, I've decided I want to foal. Mojo seems to have fucked off into an abyss, but there's got to be some stud in the vicinity willing to knock me up. I won't even pull an Uncle Damon and charge a joy fee. If my Daddy won't love me, at least the baby will. Until they sell it for an undisclosed amount and ship it off to polo school. I hate my life. Where can I apply for a new one?