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Whenever I'm feeling a little low I google pictures of dogs. I always get an urge to cuddle with a dog when I need some lovin. And so I start my google with labrador puppies. And I always look for a picture that looks like Sandy because even thought it makes me sad and makes me miss him more than whats healthy, it makes me feel a tiny bit better to remember cuddling with him. He was so big and I fit perfectly on his bed with him. He'd give me kisses that were so slobbery it was disgusting, but I loved it. Now I have the two little rug rats at home who try to make up for the loss of the yellow monster. They do a decent job. But nothing compares to a big dog who you can really squeeze when you need a hug.
I had a dream last night that made me so fucking sad. In the dream I was with my grandma and my mom. My grandma started out in the dream normal but as the dream went on she got older and older and eventually had dementia. She couldnt remember anything and my mom started crying. Grandma was gone. I woke up sad and wanting to see my grandma. Maybe I'll call her today.
I sent my mom flowers for valentines day, and I feel good about it.
Alex got me a Coach purse. I'm one happy little white girl!!!
Yep, thats all.