I should peddle butterflies, there’s a shortage in the city.

So I’ve left all my clubs and I’m no longer putting my friends up under my entries. To be perfectly honest, it looks ugly x3 Not to mention I don’t even participate in any of my clubs and friends should know, they don’t have to be put on a list to feel special. Maybe if I get some money in I can subscribe. I like the DevyArt Subscription, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.



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Go there, enjoy yourself, and make pretty comments just for me =] Is it bad that I have no motivation once so ever to do anything anymore. Seriously I sleep all day and stare at the computer screen waiting for something to happen. Oh my I really need a life. I guess the closest thing to one, would be this up coming week; I’ll be cleaning the house for two days straight, then my mother’s friend will be taking us out to some Chuck E Cheese rip off. It’s for Reid (my nine year old brother) because he only eats five things and if we went out to like Fuji’s he’d whine and that’s the last thing my mother wants for her friend to see.

Always out to impress the ex-beauty queen.

Hmm, what to talk about next; how about me getting rid of Charlie Brown? Yes, well we live a house away from his family and they’re infested with fleas so every time he went out to play with them, he’d come home with fleas and I washed that dog so many times I’m surprised he’s not dead. Anyway, we have no money, at all, zip, nada. You know what’s in the cabinets? Nothing. Want to know what I’ve been eating for the past week and a half? Air. It’s going all to my ass. Continuing on, since we had no money and we found out he had worms, we decided the best thing to do was give him back.

After three days of him whining at our door to be let in, my mother decided to take him back. That lasted a whole day. He’s sick, really sick. So at first we were going to call around to see if there was some low cost vet to take him to, but instead my mother was like ‘oh they’re (the people that gave him to us) treating him for worms, so let’s give him back.’ I haven’t seen him since.

I’m apathetic about the entire thing. I love that little rat, but at the same time, nine animals would be too much, the house already smells like shit. Which would take me onto another topic, but I think that’s enough for now, half of you won’t even read this. Nobody reads journals anymore; it’s just too much work, haha.