Last entry. How lovely. I'm not sad at all.

So this morning, my dog threw up. Right at my bedroom door. I was angry because having to clean it up makes me gag. But my younger brother refuses, and it's not like I was going to call my dad to come home to clean up after the dog. So I sprayed it with perfume because it's the smell that's so disgusting. And then I felt really bad for telling my dog that I hated him because it was like his barely digested breakfast that he threw up, not grass, so he's probably not feeling well.

Anyway, this is it. I may be back, but I may not be. I'm dropping LRRH for the time being too, but you're welcome to email me at speak2wind [AT] gmail [DOT] com and if you want my YIM and/or AIM screennames, just email (offer good only if I know who you are).

Last three words.