She is lovable, soft, sweet, quiet, and snuggly. She is also, sadly, not mine.
Give me a second to explain.
I’m not a doggo napper if any kind, i sure you. I noticed she was in my neighbor’s yard but my neighbor’s don’t have a dog. Trust me, their girls would probably never get over the fact that they have a dog.
Anyway, I have been trying to convince Ben to let me keep her, but he’s pretty adamant about letting animal control take her. Of course I agree butt this does not stop me from trying to convince him to let me keep her.
P.s. Animal control now has her and I hope she gets home soon.
How do you even start writing? I’m not David Copperfield, though I was born. As opposed to being created and turned on into operation like a robot or something. I guess I was pulled out instead of pushed. Does that mean I was removed into this world? Gods, I can barely think. I’m watching The Big Bang Theory sitting on a couch that isn’t mine in a state I’ve never been to before. I’m sad that Sheldon doesn’t say Bazinga anymore. I really hope I can keep this up. I keep starting new journals and diaries but i never continue them. maybe it’s because the pen can’t keep up with my thought process. Sorry Pen.
To clarify, I’m in Colorado. This is to clarify the state and couch that isn’t mine. It’s snowing outside and it’s the first snow I’ve seen this winter. I really want a hot cocoa. Ben and I are up visiting his family for the holidays. Yule is pretty much over and we’re moving into the Christmas celebrations. Things are really awkward because Ben’s uncle is really conservative and we’re…. well, not. Let me explain:
I’m a Heathen Green Witch. I follow the path of the Norse beliefs and believe that I can help the universe and our world by creating things and giving them a special purpose in this world. I go thrift shopping and worry about global warming and how i can create a better world for my son. I’m also depressed and anxious to a medicated level that we’re still working on finding. I believe I may be schizophrenic but I haven’t been diagnosed yet. I try to be as open and honest as I can with everyone around me because I have nothing left to lose. I feel that trying to force people to believe in specific beliefs is futile and the only thing you can do is say your bit and move on. I’m polyamorous. I know that I have enough love in my heart to give to more than just one partner. I’m not a slut. Most of the time, my partners are there for me when I have breakdowns and need help getting to the hospital.
This blog will be about me, my life, my partners through my eyes, and all the little voices in my head that like to have a say.