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more venting
to my ex: after two years, i cant believe we are talking now. you seemed to be doing good and we had a great converation for 7 hours. but i had to tell you that i was in a relationship. and i dont know how that will affect anything... but i dont know why i care because i'm in love with someone... see i'm just so dang confused.
to my dog: damn if i was meant to have a four-legged baby, i would have had one. if its not one thing, its another thing. first you had dental surgery, now you have some awful rash and you're suffering nausea. i mean what the hell??? if i have to take you to the vet one more time. i will scream. i havent been to the doctor this many times. and my bank account is dying.
to my brother: when i ask you to help me put ointment on the dog's booty rash, dont be a punk. just frickin do it. or i'm lacing your pancakes with ex-lax.
to my bf: lemme buy you some dang sneakers and stop being so silly.
to my stomach and head: i'm at work. if you want to hurt and give me problems, do it when i'm home.
ok.
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