| I love life. |
[Mar. 19th, 2007|01:55 pm] |
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| |  energetic | ] |
I've got mah dog, mah family (kinda), mah internet friends, mah webcomics*, and mah volunteer job at the Animal Shelter. What more can one ask for? <3 And I may be slightly tipsy off of the dregs of Mum's alcohol. -shifty eyes- Aheh.
*Webcomics include but are in no way limited to 'Friendly HOSTILITY' (<3333), 'MARRY ME', '+EV', No Pink Ponies, Wish3, WCMI, and Penny and Aggie. All standard disclaimers apply. ^.^ |
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| T.T |
[Feb. 22nd, 2007|03:02 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Bush Country | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Concrete Angel'- Martina McBride | ] |
Alright. Adults are supposed to be responsible for their kids, right? So why is it that so many things go wrong in our lives? I mean... I dunno. My mom's awesome, but she's just one peron, so why does she try so hard to be perfect for me when I damn well know she's not? It pains me that she feels like I take her for granted or something.
My life has sucked since we moved. Ten years in AZ, and I wasn't happy, but nor was I miserable. We had a house, I had friends (sort of), and she had a steady job and a good income. And then she moved us to Michigan to be with her family. Of course, me being the good daughter and wanting her to be happy, didn't say a word.
So, we were all paid up on bills. And then, we slippe back into debt because the pay fo RNs in MI sucks ASS. Our oldest dog, Suzie, had to go live with my Grandmother (Nana. SCARY as hell. I'd choose the monster in the closet oer her any day.). My mom's cat, Patches, had to be put down due to chronic constipation. CONSTIPATION. Do you KNOW how freaking STUPID that is?
Anywho. And then my baby Golden, Angel, only three years old, got a bowel obstruction and we had to put her to sleep September first. God, I miss her, as nuerotic as she was. Our Pit Bull puppy, Pepper, is so lonely without her friend, and my cat Smokey misses Patches, so we're all dejected and shit.
After a breif time of living with Nana (who is borderline abusive, swear to god), we moved agan. To CALIFORNIA. Which, for all it's glorification, you guessed it, SUCKS ASS. It's all windy and I couldn't go two steps without almost getting my fat ass run over. So I was stuck in the apartment with the ants and the occasional roach. IT GETS BETTER.
Three months and a three weeks later, and here we are in Small Town Middle Of Freaking Nowhere Lake Jackson, Texas. I have to worry every time I take Pepper out about someone finding out that she's a pit (damn media, giving pits a bad name), and I just sit here... getting fatter...
Gg. I wish there was something to DO around here. Maybe I'll go and kill myself trying to use the Gym... |
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| Gag. Life Sucks. |
[Aug. 2nd, 2006|11:39 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | The Apartment | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bitchy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Fall Out Boy | ] |
Seriously. Like... Ugh. Just... No, I don't even want to go into it. I'll just leave it at that. |
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