When I'm already susceptible to crying jags from packing up Mom's stuff and having my period, I'll never know.
So Snowball is dead, and there are plenty more displaced Hurricane pets on death row.March is Red Cross Month, so don't forget to help the humans, too.
"Gee, why don't I go look online to see if they found Snowball?" Great idea Lis, you Fucktard. God, the whole condom thing was a much healthier mental conversation.
Oh, and Eddie Izzard tickets went on sale Sunday and I missed out on them AGAIN BY AN HOUR. SHIT FUCK PISS. Fuckety fuck fuck.
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Aw. I bet that is going to happen to a lot of pets.
And the crying jags are normal too, and probably worse with the hormones.
What Lynda says, plus you probably do it because, like a few of us out here, you're too compassionate for your own good. You know you're going to get hurt, but you look anyway. I've started to view this as a good thing, if painful -- you aren't numb to the pain the world can hold, which also means you won't be numb to the beauty. I'm not sure how many people can say that anymore...
It's been a crap day here, too. I'll brew a cup of tea and raise it in your general direction. :)
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