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random thoughts

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(1) Being home now is weird. Good, but weird. I have issues I have to work through. Mainly: guilt. I’m scared I ruined my mom’s life. But I didn’t I didn’t I didn’t I didn’t. She has severe issues and she mistreated me and she ruined it herself. I deserve better. Maybe if I say it enough I will start to believe it?

(2) Justin Bobby seriously needs a bath. And also, I thought he was potty trained. Since when are the plants inside the house fair game? Psh.

(3) Papi and Ariela could keep me laughing all day long. It’s lovely. I like laughing at home.

(4) Crohn’s really blows.

(5) So do allergies.

(6) I wish I could post pictures of Ariela’s artwork. But she won’t let me. So take my word for it. It’s amazing.

(7) Can it be this summer already? I have so many amazing things lined up.

(8) Papi’s new girlfriend sounds nice. I hope she’s like a mom. I would like that.

(9) I want someone to teach me how to make jewelry so I can open my own Etsy shop. That would be kind of awesome.

(10) I miss Mike.

a dog story

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So two years ago, I used to have a 10 year old husky. He was the best.

But then he died.

Then, my mother tried to kill herself in front of my sister. Wait, I swear I’m actually going somewhere with this story.

And here it is: I got my sister a teeny weeny fat little Yorkie to make her feel better about everything, before I went back to college to start the spring semester of my freshman year.

Anyway, we named him Justin Bobby. Because this is perhaps the single greatest moment reality television has ever seen.

I’ll give you a second to compose yourselves because I’m sure you are all dying of laughter.

Okay.

Over the past two years, we have fallen in love with our cute, still fat and only slightly deranged Justin Bobby.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JB! We love you.