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See you at the Bitter End.
I think Cece is sad. All she does is lay around. She goes outside and sits in the sun. Poor girl. Grandma's sad about it as well. She told me she cried a lot before she gave her to us. I feel bad. But I love the little darling.
No one will let me have any pets. I want a bunny, and the response to that is..."All they do is shit and stink. You can have one but you need to keep it outside in a cage." No way, Jose. I'm not making my little bunny stay outside in the cold and I will not keep it in a cage. I wanted to just make a little pen/area/spot for him/her in my room. But my room is terribly small. And they won't let me anyway. They say it will stink too bad. Then I asked for a gerbil or a hampster and they said maybe. I don't really want a gerbil or hampster. My parents are poo heads. They said when we moved we could get a pet. Now Cece is our only pet. Thats no fair. Kirby says she's going to die soon so we can get another one. But that's sad.
I smell like beer. Ew. It would be nice if I had spilled it on myself perhaps (while drinking it), but no. I got the stink the pathetic way. It exploded in the cooler and I stuck my hands in it. Dumb.
I might go see someone in a while. I want to see Liz. Her line is disconnected. Melissa wants me to walk all the way to her house. But I don't want to. =( Oh well. I can use the excersize. (is that even how you spell it)
Well i better be on my way I guess.
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