Mar 27, 2008 12:39
I got a speeding ticket for a zillion dollars.
Picalily is in heat and Neighborhood doesn't understand that they can't be together.
A chihuahua and a setter can't make healthy puppies. It's tragic. Like Romeo and Juliet.
We have to keep them in separate rooms, and all they do is whimper and pace nervously around and around.
I guess one of them should be chopped.
My Dad thinks he is depressed. My mother is cold.
I want to leave this house.
I want my own kitchen and my own chickens and my own bathroom.
I wish I knew how to float above these things. I am trying.
I am being a baby, I want complaining to help this situation. But I know it never helps any situation. Ever.