The dog

Well, it's our 8th anniversary. I talked to Whatever for about an hour on Skype and made a joke about how he should have got me one of the gifts on the list that no real couple ever gets each other. I looked it up and it was bronze. Sadly, that is what I jokingly guessed it was. I was told the gift is in the mail and we carried on. I'm cool with no gift. It's not like I am the chick who lives for gifts and romance but a card or loving email here and there would be nice.

I decided to get a dog. I have talked about it randomly lately and I didn't decide until I just wanted to look at the shelter after picking Smarty up from school. We found a rat terrier who had been there a bit and is 7 years old. I love the little guy. He is sweet and easy going. We for sure saved his life. He seemed happy to receive any attention. Even from Gizmo. He is a torturing terrorist to dogs. He follows, kicks, bites, pulls, chases and screams at the poor creatures. I do stay in arms reach from him and the dogs to intervene when needed. Luckily, they are good dogs who don't want to torture back....with me there.

I hate this town

I've said it, I'll say it again. This place is not my cup of tea. I've found a few acquaintances here but not a friend. Its amazing. You'd think the people here would come down ill from being so fake. I will not be a different person to gain friends. The craziest part is this is normal to people from here! Lots of them know it and still "play the game" with others.


Fake people hate honesty. It's the lies that keep them feeling good about themselves and their lives. So share your true feelings about their actions and watch how they fade away.
~Unknown