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.
Anyhow
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? 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.