of non-physical self-gratification. The bad: my sister who had moved in
with me, had to move out.
Why because she has a dog. And appearantly drug deals, child beating
and open drug use in the hall are fine; so long as you don't have a dog. Ya
you can be so drunk that you fall asleep in front of your door because you
can't remember how to use your key, with your penis hang out your fly, if
you don't have a dog.
Ya sure my sister's dog annoyed me and piss if you looked at it funny,
but it was her dog. I just tried to help my sister out with a place to stay. I
figured if I can put up listening to my neighbors' have rough monkey sex,
they can at least put up with a small dog's odd yaping.
So Erin, my sister, had to leave. That dog is very important to her and
was not going to give it away just to stay at my apartment. I don't blame
her. Not that I see what so great about the dog.
But the part that pisses me off the most is that now I'll never see the
money I stood to gain from her and that fucking dog living with me. GOD
FUCKING DAMN IT BASTARD SON OF A BITCH MOTHER FUCKING
SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!
Excuse me. I lost it for second. Anyway, I guess since Erin moved
out I can start collecting teen runaways again. So it isn't all bad is it.!