so i went to the fish and pet farm today with my usuals. and the puppies and kittens there were soooo fucking cute i felt like biting all of them and whirling them around. and at the fish farm, zara and i did the fish spa therapy thingamajig and it was...weird. but i'd do it again any day. although i did already have scabs because of my cat sasha (my mum calls her lucy. as in lucifer) and it hurt after awhile. so i lifted my leg from the water and i realised that they ate up all my scabs-.- and i love how they named the two goats, Michael and Jackson. that just cracked me up so bad. i dont know why but i doubled over.

i have my moments but i get better. i really imagine you hating my guts one day and just leaving me there to piss and moan but somehow, you dont have it in you to and i really love you for that. you should win an award. miss you already !