NEED TO PEE.
COLD AS TITS.
NEED A KISS.
WHERE IS MY JACKET?
WHY DO I GOTTA WORK ERRYDAY.
JUST WANNA PLAY SKATE WITH MY BOYFRAN.
OR WATCH DEXTER.
OR LAY IN BED.
OR PAINT MY HORRID LOOKING FINGERNAILS.
OR GET MY HAIRCUT.
I'M THINKING 50S BANGS, YUMMY.

this will be good.
this will be good.
this will be good.

applying for a job as a kennel assistant at a vet clinic...oh please oh please oh please let me get it!!! i don't even care if all i end up doing is mostly cleaning up poop cages, as long as i get to play with animals and get paid for it i'll be satisfied!!!!!!!

learning to let go.

in other news, i'm growing quite fond of my boyfriend. he's pretty. and funny. and says beautiful things to me that no one else ever has :3

ten minutes left of work. i've been surfing the web for the past hour.

and i have decided i want to start a dog blog...a mother fucking blog of only doggie pictures.

cause if i see one more trendy ass tumblr overflowing with stupid ass cats making stupid ass faces, i will fucking murder someone/thing.

i love all animals alike, but goddamn what the FUCK happend to "man's best friend"

SHIT!