the pet psychic

[agingdragqueen]

Our family cat, Mickey, was adopted when I was much younger. He was always kind of a jerk, so I'm not surprised I don't remember kitten Mickey. We had three outdoor cats that were adopted from the outdoors and were just happier there. Simon was most popular with our neighbors, Tuffy was the sweetest but also snotty, and Mickey was the one my mom

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[jezbutts]

I have basically zero in common with any of my family with the exception of perhaps my Dad, mainly because he is also a grumpy sarcastic that hates everyone. Other than that he mostly watches the History channel and reads Tom Clancy books. My mom is mostly normal now but a former meth addict that apparently committed arson a few times (perhaps a tragic meth lab blowup?) My (half) brother is a small town redneck whose idea of fun is shooting animals and living in a town barely larger than would probably fit inside my studio. My (other half) sister has two kids out of wedlock, an abusive boyfriend and farm animals.

I love them because they are my family and I know they would do anything for me but I also know that my idea of hell is having to spend the rest of eternity with them.

[agingdragqueen]

Meth is a hell of a drug. I watched a couple documentaries about it recently since that's what I do at work (and my work, don't get me wrong). My heart goes out to people who get hooked on it, but more their families since, yikes.

Man, I love my family so much, but I think we'd all be doing each other a favor by me moving far away from them.

[fortytwostars]

Meth is the worst. PS: Love you.

[smartasspants]

good luck, and god speed!