Sep 19, 2009
I'm having a lot of issues. Money, love, stress ... it goes on and on. I don't know where to begin. I am never on this website because I always talk to J. I love her to death but I wish I had someone else to talk to. I talk to her way too much - I am way too dependent on her and I feel like a bad friend, but I don't know what I'd do without her. Ah, the power of the cell phone. I am a pretty non-materialistic person but I don't know what I'd do without the phone. There are so many times she's pulled me out of a funk that waiting for a letter via mail just wouldn't have arrived in time.
Nico is gone as of now. What am I doing? Cleaning and packing of course. I am going to post stuff along King Street and then when I have time, I'm going to post elsewhere. I don't think anyone is going to return her - she's too nice of a dog. Who wouldn't want to keep her for free? :( I feel like a bad owner. I turn around and she's gone. I seriously think someone took her. She's extremely friendly and everyone loves her. Honestly, I think I know who took her but I'm not going to pursue it. There was this man who was way too interested in her and when I was calling her name out, he peeled out of the parking lot when he saw me. I don't know. I'm not trying to point the finger, but I just don't know where she is. She is chunky and can't go for more than five minutes. She knows how to get to R and D's and after that, she just waits. When she catches her breath after like, two hours, she walks back to my apartment and that's it - her five minutes is up, she waits. But she's not waiting at either place. I'm waiting. R and D are waiting. I don't know what to do.
A-hole is home. Joyous. She's always a good time. Every time something bad happens, it just piles on - CW, yeast infection, flea bites (from Nico), back pain, insomnia, break outs because of CW, A-hole, Nico missing, stress of airlines, etc. It goes on and on.
I just got my PC back, so hopefully everything will be running smoothly. :/ Something else is going to go wrong. I know it will. This is realism. Peace out. I'm too depressed.