I never know what to write in this thing anymore.

...I was wrong.

Today I had to put Belphegor down. He had a large tumor pushing down his lungs which made it very hard for him to breath. I cried a lot. Now I'm still sad, but angry as well.

This is the 2nd pet I have bought at that place and either have lasted me more than a few months. He probably already had the tumor when I got him because of the size of it. I just called the bitch manager at Petco and she was giving me attitude about how they aren't responsible for detecting those things and that the rat was probably over a year old if it was a medium sized one and bla bla bullshit. Then she started talking to me like I didn't go over the care sheet when I got him. FUCK YOU, CUNT.
From now on I am only buying my pets via a breeder or a humane shelter. None of this animal store bullshit where they obviously don't give a fuck about their animals.

RIP Belphegor. I'll love you forever.

		I will marry Pin Head.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Canada in our fabulous Shack.
		We will have 13 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a purple Shaggin\' Wagon.
		I will spend my days as a b movie scream queen, and live happily ever after.

It's hotter than shit outside. I'm glad I have today off because yeah. It's hot. Being at work the past couple of days sucked. There is no ventilation in that place. I think I lost 20 pounds by just standing in one place.

So I decided to start this new journal just because the other one had too many bad memories and was just old. I guess you could say I outgrew 'meeper'.

So here's to new...whatever.

Wanna be added? Let me know.