Bored. Broke. Brooding.
Weather looks up, whether or not anyone else cares. I've been searching my mind and another vital organ for a career choice that will actually make me money. Seemingly impossible, considering this has been a quest of mine for the past 7 years. Alright.
Lucky is the puppy. She's itchy and oblivious. How do I take care of a creature I can't afford? I can't even afford myself, sometimes. Or my family. Or my friends. Cowering runt at my ankles, a result of the vacuum. Sometimes I'm aloft, holding onto a balloon given to me by the coyote from The Road Runner cartoon.
Lucky is the puppy. She's itchy and oblivious. How do I take care of a creature I can't afford? I can't even afford myself, sometimes. Or my family. Or my friends. Cowering runt at my ankles, a result of the vacuum. Sometimes I'm aloft, holding onto a balloon given to me by the coyote from The Road Runner cartoon.