My birthday was very depressing. My car blew up... very depressed... just cried all day. I have to quit Pizza Hut because I can't get there, and things are just shit.

Oh well. Life goes on.

I'm sick as a damn dog, but once I get the gaul to shower... I'll head up to the farm. It may not be 'til later, but I'll get up there. The dogs tore up the fucking house again. I'm a little pissed. At least I got the basement cleaned out ( Read more... )

The immature comments are wonderful. Thanks. They keep me more than entertained ( Read more... )

Kris is trying to date another person, and it's working out quite nicely. She's very sweet, and fun ( Read more... )

center>You are a
Social Liberal
(80% permissive)

and an...
Economic Liberal
(26% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Strong Democrat

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Kristy..? I need to talk to you. E-mail me for my phone number. Things... again.

Landlord was bitching about the stray cats someone dumped off, so I'm calling Operation Kitty Cat Catch. I caught one of a small troop of kittens. I'm giving him Amoxicillin. When I can get him up to Markley's, Janet's going to get him tested for Leuk/AIDS. If he's positive, we're probably going to put him down ( Read more... )

Mr. Gatsby is visiting the farm, every now and then... but I won't let him outside without supervision... since he seems to get his goofy self in trouble. You know, I don't even know why he was let outside while we were gone. We weren't even gone for an hour. Ugh ( Read more... )

We have internet, phone, and cable at the house ( Read more... )

I would just like to announce that Gatsby attempted to nurse off of Brownie... the mama goat.

That is all.