To make this week EVEN better, Kyle's dog Clyde was put down today. Poor pup had bone cancer. I'm sure he's frolicking in canine afterworld, where his leg doesn't hurt and there's an endless supply of bones and belly rubs. <3
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I'm sorry. That's one of the worst times a pet owner can have. When Guy's time comes, I won't be coherent.
I think maybe this week just sucks altogether. Wrecking your car is the worst, but the good thing is you've got some kind of car-ma that means you won't get injured too badly.
I burned my hand (for the first time in two decades) on Sunday, and caught bedbugs (the indestructable menace).
I'm too close for comfort to age 30. New Mexico is home but I'm finally tough enough to love living in the midwest. I've got a film degree that I never apply in my professional life but I'd never trade it in for a different one. I love the basics; good music, good food, good movies and good books. But I'll stop almost anything for good company. I can't shut up about the Thunder, especially Serge Ibaka. I'm hopelessy awkward. I only hope you think it's adorable.
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I'm sorry. That's one of the worst times a pet owner can have. When Guy's time comes, I won't be coherent.
I think maybe this week just sucks altogether. Wrecking your car is the worst, but the good thing is you've got some kind of car-ma that means you won't get injured too badly.
I burned my hand (for the first time in two decades) on Sunday, and caught bedbugs (the indestructable menace).
This week has been Fanfuckingtastic.
My sympathies.
Sarah
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