Those pictures make me jealous and I don't know why. In love to the point that it's making me physically ill. Fuck.

Sunburn, ghosts, 55, leaving, camping soon, find a spot for Kiki, clutter, tooth is fixed, dreaming of living with Phil, jealous overreacting, silence continues, and this is why I don't put much stock into human beings.

Exhausting

(these problems)

Almost killed by carnies. I'll show you the ropes. Raspberry sparkletini. Danced with you one night in 1964. Doorbell necklace. Beach dreams. Bites and bruises. Who? Laa laa bomba!

This cage is more of a playpen. This week has been uplifting in lots of ways I wasnt expecting. I am happy.

Six, six, six.

Unfulfilled by most things.

I've always really hated people that studied philosophy in school. But, working in a kill shelter really makes you think.

Got back in the cage

and feeling comfortable.

Mixed emotions and summer curiosity.

Aannnnnnd...

Fate with the save! Thank you, computer! You were right and I was wrong!

All I want is a houseboat. Is that too much to ask?

Gotta leave, Gotta leave.

C'mon Rod Stewart happy place.

Everyone is in heat.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. My life is amazing.

I hope that the current standings remain. I will base big decisions on the results.

I need to be more careful about how I spend my time.

Your life is falling apart. I smell like fire and exist in a fantasy realm. Womp Womp.

Today I saw something that turned my world upside down. I have a scar that will remind me, forever, that it's not worth it. I can't believe how animals survive (or don't) on the streets.

Fightin' words

Wish you were dead.