I Want to Do Evil Things to Her Dog

Not because I hate the dog. Because it would devastate her.

Quote of the Day goes to Dee:

When your sweetie's mother is dying, sweetheart, it's not all about you.

Okay. That just needed to be said. Out loud. But preferably not to the person who needs to hear it. *smack*

The smack-needing person in question is seriously one of the most messed up people I've (n)ever met. And I'm far past the point of sympathy or pity or giving a shit. It'd be entertaining if it wasn't so scratchafrickin' annoying. And I can't even escape. She's like a booger that I can't fling off.