Dear SouthWestern-Bell,
I felt the life drain from your body this morning. Watched you take your last labored breath, and slowly go to sleep. I got down on the ground and held you until you were gone. I can still feel your fur on my fingertips. You had the softest fur. I closed your mouth into a smile, and shut your eyes. You were so beautiful even in your departure. I hope to God I made the right choice. I really hope this is what you wanted. It was the hardest choice I’ve ever made. Having to leave your body on the veterinarian’s floor broke my heart. I couldn’t stand to let you suffer anymore. I loved you as much as I’ve ever loved anything, which may sound ridiculous but its true. You were there when no one else could be. We adopted you a few months after my dad passed, I had no friends, was constantly lonely and miserable, and you brought me so much joy and happiness, and continue to do so until this very day. I could never thank you enough. I wish I could hold you one last time, but I just have to remember you’re in a better place, racing all the other dogs in doggy heaven. Rest in peace my darling, I will miss you forever.
the best part about working at best buy is I get to talk to people about music, movies, and harry potter all day.
I got punched in the head last night by a guy. And his girlfriend ripped my hair out. Why? Because I thought he was gay. Did I insult him because I thought he was gay? No. His girlfriend (I didn’t know they were dating) said something about him, and I said “Oh you guys are cute but I thought he was gay, I’m way wrong I guess haha.” My friend agreed. she laughed, then told him, then he started screaming at me and my friends, one of my friends went over and said the girl was to good for him, and he freaked out and was screaming in her face and threatening her. She swung, and he punched her in the face full force. I tried to pull him off and he threw a drink in my face and punched me in the head. tons more bullshit ensued, like the girlfriend pulling my friend to the ground and beating her outside the bar, I had to pull her off forty times, my friend tried to walk away. The guy threw my other friend to the ground too. He pulled the other one by the hair across the cement. Eventually the cops all came, at least ten of them. My friend was arrested and the guy didn’t get charged at all. Even though he beat three girls. Also he called me a “nigger” after calling me white-trash, which is ridiculous. I hate people. I’m never talking to strangers again. Also I never had a problem with cops until last night. Also fml hard.
american horror story is such a good show. I’ve never actually been into “horror television shows” since they are usually a joke. AHS is truly scary, suspenseful, and well written, which is an accomplishment for horror movies, let alone a tv show. Everything flows nicely, the characters are developed and relatable, and it always keeps me guessing. I’ve seen every episode twice, and I am excited every Wednesday to watch it again.
But the AHS tag on here makes me sick.
I finally have a job, and I start Saturday :) I’m so happy for the first time in awhile
I’ve had the flu for two weeks and couldn’t even look at a computer screen without my brain melting. But now I’m better :)
also I’ve saved every text i’ve received for over a year now, and my friend deleted all of them. there were so many funny things in my phone. it makes me want to cry even more. FUCK.
