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So yeah. First off! Ryan and I are cool. Talking helps all things, even if I did not directly wish to bring slutbag's name into it. eh, whatever. dont feel like writing more about that right now.
however, I do have a few very special things making my life miserable right now!
I cannot make my nose stop running, or my throat stop hurting, and before you ask! it's not from too much dicking. All my male friends offline have asked that when I mention my throat's been hurting for the past week :|
I am going to kill small dog. Big dog and old dog are being OK, surprisingly Big Dog more than Old Dog. But Small dog? This damn bloodhound does not listen. She refuses to listen. She has been drug around, shoved down, and still does not understand the chain of command. Oh, and before you ask - my dad believes in the hands on sort of training. not the sissy yell at them till they notice you sort of stuff. With big dogs running around (Elizabeth is currently running about 120 lbs), there's no way you can expect them to know who's in charge without physically pushing them down. Small dog, however, just does not understand.
When I drag you to the stairs and make sure you go down them, it is not a game of 'I'll race you down!' it's a game of 'Go near my rats again, and I'll kill you.' So, when I catch her upstairs again, licking at my cages, she just darts back downstairs and stands at the bottom, tail wagging up at me.
HATESMALLDOG.
When she behaves, I'm sure I'll love her. But, until she grows up and learns the fucking word NO, I do not love.
And job search. I've spent a good portion of everyday (3-5 hours) out, scouring the city and nearby cities for jobs. FUCK YOU ECONOMY. There is hardly anything I wouldn't get shot at available. le sigh.
Maybe when this all blows over, I'll be less stressed.
And fuck, dont even bring school into the equation. :| :| :| :|
And, sunday I do believe I Had a panic attack. and my fuckoff parents were too busy watching the super bowl to listen to me when I said I needed their help. medical professionals ftw.
however, I do have a few very special things making my life miserable right now!
I cannot make my nose stop running, or my throat stop hurting, and before you ask! it's not from too much dicking. All my male friends offline have asked that when I mention my throat's been hurting for the past week :|
I am going to kill small dog. Big dog and old dog are being OK, surprisingly Big Dog more than Old Dog. But Small dog? This damn bloodhound does not listen. She refuses to listen. She has been drug around, shoved down, and still does not understand the chain of command. Oh, and before you ask - my dad believes in the hands on sort of training. not the sissy yell at them till they notice you sort of stuff. With big dogs running around (Elizabeth is currently running about 120 lbs), there's no way you can expect them to know who's in charge without physically pushing them down. Small dog, however, just does not understand.
When I drag you to the stairs and make sure you go down them, it is not a game of 'I'll race you down!' it's a game of 'Go near my rats again, and I'll kill you.' So, when I catch her upstairs again, licking at my cages, she just darts back downstairs and stands at the bottom, tail wagging up at me.
HATESMALLDOG.
When she behaves, I'm sure I'll love her. But, until she grows up and learns the fucking word NO, I do not love.
And job search. I've spent a good portion of everyday (3-5 hours) out, scouring the city and nearby cities for jobs. FUCK YOU ECONOMY. There is hardly anything I wouldn't get shot at available. le sigh.
Maybe when this all blows over, I'll be less stressed.
And fuck, dont even bring school into the equation. :| :| :| :|
And, sunday I do believe I Had a panic attack. and my fuckoff parents were too busy watching the super bowl to listen to me when I said I needed their help. medical professionals ftw.