Jul 14, 2004 16:02
We just got rid of our dog.
Correction, I had to give her away while my mother stayed at work so she wouldn't have to say goodbye.
I keep walking through the house, expecting her to come bouncing up to me. Or to need to come inside. But she's gone. Who'd have thought I'd miss Bad Dog Roxy Roxy Bad Dog.
Add to that being sofuckingbroke.
Day-long dizziness.
And the inability to say anything right. Or rather, getting in the way. Funny thing about this is, is my horrorscope last night predicted that my emotions and words would run high today, indicating I'd be getting into fights. Just was the last person I'd have thought.
I think I'll go hit myself over the head with that champagne bottle and hope I don't wake up.
If you have issues with the way I think, with what I say, what I do, or in general with me, KINDLY REMOVE YOURSELF FROM MY FRIENDS LIST, OR I WILL.