About Me: Almost-college-grad studying Veterinary Assisting, anime fanatic, and lover of all things Japanese.
Likes: dogs/puppies, cats/kitties, reading, comics, baking, gaming, tattoos, animal rights.
Dislikes: Hipsters, assholes, creepers, douchebags, people who think they're better than everyone else.
Long time, no see…
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything on here that wasn’t a random picture/gif. I just went through my archive of posts and nearly made myself sick. The person I was 2 years ago is definitely not the same person that I am today. My gawd, I acted like a stupid teenager. Now I’m just a monster, or according to my future mother-in-law I am “the bitch trying to tear the family apart”. May as well have just called me a homewrecker… Needless to say, 2013 has started off really shitty. We were supposed to be getting married this August, but due to multiple conflicts and financial issues, we’ve been forced to postpone the wedding (more than likely to May/June 2014). Nothing forces you to grow up faster than dealing with adults that act like toddlers.
Anyway, I may start using this thing again just to rant and vent since people give me shit when I do such on Facebook. At least here, I know no one reads the shit I post, so I’m no one will care if I’ve got something to bitch about.
Fuck my life. Seriously. No one understands what I’ve gone through over the past 2 months, yet everyone feels they have the right to fucking judge me based upon a slew of Facebook posts I’ve made over the past month. Fuck that.
Feeling like poo… Apparently it’s going to be AT LEAST another 3 years til I graduate, and that’s if I take 12 credits a semester. I should have thought a little harder before I decided to double major…
Thank you for making me spend $70 on cosmetics. I guess it’s worth it for Bare Minerals & a couple OPI polishes.
I am a giant ball of emotions right now. I think Bruiser has an ear infection and it pisses me off so much that his former owners handed him over to the rescue in this condition. I can’t decide whether I should try to contact the rescue now or if I should wait til morning. I’m sitting here bawling as I type this. I can’t help but wonder if his former owners ever reacted like this when he was sick? This must be what having a child is like. He is not even my dog and I am a wreck.
Why is it so hard for most human beings to treat their pets the same was as they treat other members of their family?