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I'm depressed. And yes, it's over a fuckin cat but not exactly my cat. Me and my mom went to the pound today to see if maybe someone turned my cat in as a stray and just being in there made me sick to my stomach. Knowing that I'm petting animals that are soon going to be put to sleep and I can't do anything about it. One dog there made me break down and cry. It was a little 7 month old pitt bull pup and she was the only one that wasn't barking. She sat there with a content look on her face whimpering every now and then. Then on to the cat room, all of them were sticking their paws out at us and that made me cry even harder especially because there was a cat that looked like mine but it wasn't. Needless to say, I didn't find my cat. Time to resort to flyers. Anyways, I know you guys are sick of hearing about my cat and this will be my last entry about it until I find him. If I find him. :( But anyways, me and my mom are rearranging the house. Wanna know why? My dad finally turned into a decent human being, that's why. Me dad went out the other day and got me a crib, stuff to put around the crib to use as a bassinet, a playpen and one those nice ass big strollers. I'm really happy about that considering my dad hasn't helped me out for almost 6 months now. Oh yeah, and now for the sonogram picture: There's my sonogram picture and a couple of the mysterious girl they call n0fx. ;) I'm out.
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I am. . .
A girl. 22. Overweight. A mother. A girlfriend. a smoker. A social drinker. A bowler.
I like. . . My babies. My boyfriend. Bowling. Punk music. Totino's Pizza. Texas Hold Em. Straight teeth. I dislike. . . Impressionably people. Crooker teeth. Labels/Stereotypes. Mean people. I post to. . . Do You Want My Bum Send Me Nudes 775 Shows diaryland |
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