Truth is I just haven’t had time to think lately, with so much of my own things going on. There’s turning twenty, there’s my future, there’s my past, there’s all these relationship issues (past present and future) and it turns out We’ve got to give away Rosie, our victorian bulldog. She won’t stop attacking other dogs and nobody can really deal with it anymore. Things have been pretty consuming lately.
If you didn’t try to kill every other dog you saw, you’d be able to say. Sorry that’s not the case :(