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well last night was great mike and cristina got to know eachother better. we all had a great time at disneyland. and today my dog got ran over. i came home to find my dad in the middle of the street, looking at what i thought was a dead cat. i lower my radio and said what the hell are you doing in the middle of the road. he said our dog was dead. well thats so fucking great. my fucking dog is dead. so besides all my internal battles im dealing with in my head i have a physical expression wrapped up in my back yard of i want to feel. because we all know no matter how great we all feel there is always something out to make us feel worse.