So i have this theory, bad things come in threes. Last night my beautiful, gorgeous and completely innocent kitty Tabitha died. I really, really hate humanity. What kind of sick person, runs over an animal and then leaves it to die??? Worse still she had to suffer for hours before she died. I spent most of last night bawling my eyes out. It seems that every time i finally feel as though i am getting a handle on my life, something comes along just to fuck me up. I'm sick of it. If there is a god he should lay off the hash, his acid trip isn't so fun for the rest of us down here. On top of that two weeks our family dog Tarz was dog napped and poisoned, thankfully she's okay but not she keeps running around the house and backyard trying desperately to find Tabitha; those two were weirdly bonded.
Second bad news cannot be revealed but let's just say it is a pain in someone's ass quite literally, so here's my problem. I'm in a perpetual state of freak out waiting for the third tier of doom to appear. With my luck following last weeks warning at work it means I'm about to be fired or screamed at maniacally oh yay!
I don't have a perception problem, let me enlighten everyone, there is no such thing as half full, the glass is completely fucking empty...
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