November 2009
41 posts
I’m seriously so cold and ronery. i need my boys.
I’m sleeping without john or megatron. this is just terrible. :(
and then in your sleep you clearly stated, “getcha getcha… he’s coming to getcha.” scariest thing ever.
reason #1 to finish my sleeve.
ashley steinmetz. ♥
Dude. i got the worst seat ever. there is a huge dude in my seat claiming it’s his. cool. go bearcats/mountaineers!
not even kidding.
freaking out. i keep looking to see where he is and not finding him, or waiting for him to scratch at the door to come in. and he’s not. =[ this is ridiculous.
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i dropped megatron off to be neutered this morning. i miss him and i’m a worried mess.
john is already making fun of the cone that’ll be on his head.
My last night here for you; same old songs, just...
If I don’t check up on you I worry about you nonstop; but the last thing either of us actually need in our lives is one another.
I just want to know you’re doing well, that you’re okay.
I don’t even recognize who you are anymore, but that’s okay as long as you’re happy.
Please. Just be happy.
I feel like the only contribution I can make to that is to stay...
oh noes the coyotes.
people are complaining because their pets are being killed by coyotes.
the suburb lies on the edge of the woods.
all of the houses are less than five years old for sure.
HUH. wonder why the coyotes missed the memo that, sorry, we built over your hunting grounds so you’re expected to vacate the premises immediately.
fuck off people. seriously.
i am constantly disgusted by...
i hate people. →
jfc.
i’m like all choked up about “lady gaga’s great dane dying”. well. not exactly. i went to the breeder’s website that shows his name is actually rumpus and it shows his best friend, a little girl named delaney. poor thing can’t be older than ten and now her big, cuddly best friend is gone. =[ i can’t handle it. the pictures of her kissing his mooshy...
