It always amazes me how people will tell you they like you, that you’re their your friend, and then drop you like a sack of potatoes. And don’t even have the guts to tell you in person.
I move next Thursday. My back is killing me so I’m having a really difficult time packing all this shit. Thankfully I have some help. I’ll post some pics of my new place for the 0 people who read this blog 😀
I feel absolutely rotten. I was shutting the car door and a butterfly flew right into it. Didn’t kill it, but it was injured and couldn’t fly. Mom had to put it out of its misery because I couldn’t. I feel awful. I hate hurting things.
Oscar looks like a giant rat right now. I had him sheared for the summer and his hair has started to grow back, but there’s very short ones and then longer ones, which look kind of…patchy? So he looks like a giant rat. I would take a picture but I don’t think it’d come across well.
Aaaand that was my attempt at writing something of substance.