Meow
I've moved...a lot...
But I'm done I think...no more moving that is...
I had a horrible experience from Tukwila to Renton to Snohomish...but found a second spot in Snohomish that can become a paradise.
I'm constantly broke, living on $807 a month. Paying $400 in rent of course cuts me deeply. I spend $150 on pets. I budgeted $20 last month for food for myself...didn't work...very hungry as I type now.
I've an eye infection...it's recurring ever since both my eyes were accidentally damaged by my dog. Been two years now and I'm regularly fighting the infection month in and month out when it crops up as it has as of over a month ago now.
I have four cats now...from my original 8 I've three. I lost Kimiaquetil to a tumor on her jugular vein brought on by greedy over-donation of blood at Bellingham Veterinary, on James and Virginia streets. They refuse to take any credit for their actions. I had a drug induced breakdown in February while living in Tukwila behind a Latin pub...The focus of my hysteria was the loss of Kimiaquetil...and an apparent delusional opportunity to resurrect her. I didn't know what I had smoked, still don't...thought it was a single serving of marijuana...but it sent me on a trip I don't wish to forget, though it was terrifying.
But...I'm not going to put the details here. Not here.
Anywho...I'm 31 years old now...I forgot about this journal for over 8 years.
I bookmarked it on my current computer...er...lap top...whatever...so hopefully I don't neglect it for another stretch of years.
I'm left with Taniquetil, Shelby Princess Kitiara, Diusfrakkibbquiel and Oreo Traxis.
Oreo was found at the Slater Road dump in Whatcom county.
I've got four dogs now. Rocket Tolequiel, Jazzy, Jarquiel Sercal and Little Runty Itty Bitty Serenity.
Yes...my pets still define me.
But I'm done I think...no more moving that is...
I had a horrible experience from Tukwila to Renton to Snohomish...but found a second spot in Snohomish that can become a paradise.
I'm constantly broke, living on $807 a month. Paying $400 in rent of course cuts me deeply. I spend $150 on pets. I budgeted $20 last month for food for myself...didn't work...very hungry as I type now.
I've an eye infection...it's recurring ever since both my eyes were accidentally damaged by my dog. Been two years now and I'm regularly fighting the infection month in and month out when it crops up as it has as of over a month ago now.
I have four cats now...from my original 8 I've three. I lost Kimiaquetil to a tumor on her jugular vein brought on by greedy over-donation of blood at Bellingham Veterinary, on James and Virginia streets. They refuse to take any credit for their actions. I had a drug induced breakdown in February while living in Tukwila behind a Latin pub...The focus of my hysteria was the loss of Kimiaquetil...and an apparent delusional opportunity to resurrect her. I didn't know what I had smoked, still don't...thought it was a single serving of marijuana...but it sent me on a trip I don't wish to forget, though it was terrifying.
But...I'm not going to put the details here. Not here.
Anywho...I'm 31 years old now...I forgot about this journal for over 8 years.
I bookmarked it on my current computer...er...lap top...whatever...so hopefully I don't neglect it for another stretch of years.
I'm left with Taniquetil, Shelby Princess Kitiara, Diusfrakkibbquiel and Oreo Traxis.
Oreo was found at the Slater Road dump in Whatcom county.
I've got four dogs now. Rocket Tolequiel, Jazzy, Jarquiel Sercal and Little Runty Itty Bitty Serenity.
Yes...my pets still define me.