at some point in my life I would like to visit Petra.
the end.
at some point in my life I would like to visit Petra.
the end.
I’d be so much more inclined to actually look when the Amber Alert alarm goes off on my phone if the tone and volume didn’t make me just try to turn it off as quickly as possible. By then I’m so angry that I refuse to even look at my phone based solely on principle.
I have type one and wear an insulin pump with Novolog.
My BG keeps dropping really low tonight and I’ve been getting out of bed every two hours like a fucking rhinoceros to get juice/food from the kitchen.
I’m sure my dad really appreciates it since his bedroom is directly under mine.
I’m curious about something. According to the Jewish religion, don’t body modifications like tattoos prevent someone from being buried in Jewish cemeteries? So, what happened to the thousands of Holocaust survivors that had their numbers tattooed on them in concentration camps? Where they allowed Jewish burials?
If I ever have a daughter, I want to name her Daisy Mae after my grandmothers, Annie Mae and Daisy Armella.
Though, in family records, Daisy is sometimes spelled as Daisie- my great aunt who died as a teenager.
I guess I have plenty of time to figure that out. I should at least try dating someone longer than three weeks first.
I just watched a teenage actor call Ice-T a “nigger” on Law & Order.
If I was told that my script ever included a part where I look Ice-T in the eyes and call him a nigger, I would probably refuse, curl up in a ball and inconsolably weep.
I’m so depressed right now and I can’t shake it.
That pit of despair depression.
It has a lot to do with Cash. A lot to do with money. A lot to do with my physical and mental health.
Most depressing letter I’ve ever written:
My name is Jenna and have a 19 month old (born Sept ‘11) male black cat that I unfortunately need to find a new, loving, home for. He has been neutered. He is a sweet, sweet boy who loves attention and naps. He’s talkative and full of mischievous energy (just ask our drapes). The problem is the cats in the house have increased health problems due to the stress of him.. well, being a male kitten. They want nothing to do with him but he is aggressive when playing with them. The dynamics in my house are not working, regardless of how hard I try, and it breaks my heart.
He needs a home with kitties willing to play with him. He’d be great with kids and other animals. He’s never been around dogs, though I feel he’d hold his own just fine. I can’t stress enough how loving he is. He’s a cuddle master and the sweetest little man. He likes to be all up in your business at all times.
The situation has come to a fork in the road in my house. He’s still young enough to be easily adopted into a new family that can give him the attention he needs (and then some). The shelter I adopted him from can’t accept him due to crowding and many shelters around my area have the same problem. I don’t want to surrender him to Atlanta Humane Society or Fulton County Animal Services. The thought of him in a cement room is distressing. I want the best for him.
I realize this is a very long way of asking if you have any room in your shelter but I want to stress how important Cash (he’s the man in black) has been/is to me. He deserves more than I can give him and I want another family to find out how great he is. So I guess the next step would be to see if your shelter can be his rest stop on the road to a better forever home. Or if it can’t be, possibly show me the way to any other shelters you could recommend? I would really appreciate it. Thank you so much for reading my novella about Cash and I very much look forward to hearing back.
in six weeks I will be 26 years old. Haha.. haaaahha haha hahahahahahaha jhhhaaaaha hhhaaaaaahaahhh hahaha haaaaaa haaaaaaahaaaa haaahaa.. hah.. ha..

I was trying to feed LC a tiny bit of mashed potatoes from my finger (don’t ask) and then she did one of her “pet me now” headbutts and now the cat has mashed potatoes all over her fucking head.
you never see homosexual erectile disfunction commercials.
I don’t want to see any erectile disfunction commercials in general.
just throwing out observations..
If you ever had any doubts of where Aqua Teen Hunger Force was created remember that two aliens are named Emory and Oglethorpe. (along with other unsubtle hints)
Dear World,
You’re welcome.
-Atlanta
that fertilizer plant was in West, Texas.
not west Texas.
I seriously just spent five minutes going, “OK, but what fucking city in west Texas?!”
I should go to sleep.