[s.o yeah, whateve.r]
Guess what?!
Carrie had her babbbbbyyyy.
K, so I'm a little late on that one. When I was writing my last entry Luis called me and said she had the baby so I rushed up there. <3
There's this vicious cycle that I'm stuck in. I really think it's because it's getting cold out. So, I'm sitting with my little blue light that's supposed to 'lift seasonal depression'. Or maybe it's just everything going on right now.
Last night really topped me off. I'm getting ready to go to bed, walk into my room.. look on my bed and my bear was ripped to fucking shreds. Yes.. my bear. It was from the Alpaca store that is only there for x-mas. I go in there all the time because I absolutely love that stuff. I want one of the fur blankets but they're like $200 and up so for our first x-mas Jon got me the little stuffed animal bear. I took him everywhere with me. He's gone to states twice, up north, and various other road trips. But now that fucking stupid squeaky barking little trashy mutt ripped off his arm and his ear and tore a ton of stuffing out. Oh, and I guess I should add, yes everything in the store is made out of real Alpaca hair.. but never fear the animal doesn't die. They make too much money off the hair to kill the animal. It's kinda like a sheep and you have to shave it a few times a year because it's hair gets really thick.
I've always hated that dog.. since the day we got her. Dad got her 2 weeks after Kelly and Jim Jim died. Couldn't accept her as Kelly's 'replacment' so I've never allowed myself to get close to her. So my extreme dislike for this mutt has been roughly shoved into pure hate. I'm so pissed I could go out there and beat the shit out of her.
Mom just came home. Saw the bear. And laughed. Yeah.. feel awesome.
Stupid fucking dog.
Carrie had her babbbbbyyyy.
K, so I'm a little late on that one. When I was writing my last entry Luis called me and said she had the baby so I rushed up there. <3
There's this vicious cycle that I'm stuck in. I really think it's because it's getting cold out. So, I'm sitting with my little blue light that's supposed to 'lift seasonal depression'. Or maybe it's just everything going on right now.
Last night really topped me off. I'm getting ready to go to bed, walk into my room.. look on my bed and my bear was ripped to fucking shreds. Yes.. my bear. It was from the Alpaca store that is only there for x-mas. I go in there all the time because I absolutely love that stuff. I want one of the fur blankets but they're like $200 and up so for our first x-mas Jon got me the little stuffed animal bear. I took him everywhere with me. He's gone to states twice, up north, and various other road trips. But now that fucking stupid squeaky barking little trashy mutt ripped off his arm and his ear and tore a ton of stuffing out. Oh, and I guess I should add, yes everything in the store is made out of real Alpaca hair.. but never fear the animal doesn't die. They make too much money off the hair to kill the animal. It's kinda like a sheep and you have to shave it a few times a year because it's hair gets really thick.
I've always hated that dog.. since the day we got her. Dad got her 2 weeks after Kelly and Jim Jim died. Couldn't accept her as Kelly's 'replacment' so I've never allowed myself to get close to her. So my extreme dislike for this mutt has been roughly shoved into pure hate. I'm so pissed I could go out there and beat the shit out of her.
Mom just came home. Saw the bear. And laughed. Yeah.. feel awesome.
Stupid fucking dog.