I kind of hate that I can't post/write whatever I want without paranoia gnawing away at me immediately after I hit "submit". wha-wha-wha we hate it when our friends become successful.
my best friend had to put her dog to sleep earlier this week, it broke my heart. but the old girl was in too much pain, she had 12 happy years and I hope she's chasing mailmen beyond the pearly doggy door in the sky.
I'm feeling restless, perhaps an early onset of wanderlust is approaching. but with limited funds, and a puppy I hate to leave for more than a few hours... what's a girl to do?
