In all honesty, I've never been a dog kind of person.

But in plain fact, I am a lover.

A lover of anything that moves, anything breathes, anything that is inanimate, anything that hurts and anyone that loves me back.

Besides that, I'm also actually a cat.

I forgot to show off! A sweet little apple dumpling of mine gave me a painfully pretty wallet which I simply adore and a camera to play with. Which I really don't deserve because I've been such a grumpy old bitch. I know even your friends think we're boring but I wouldn't want it any way else. We are so good the way we are.

Did a little bit of shopping recently, thanks to Christmas's bountiful gifts. But like everyone else, I always need more. More clothes, more shoes, more accessories, more facial products and of course what we all need: More money. More money so I can partake in this consumerism. But I don't care. Because I judge myself the same way I would judge anyone else.

Just 2 more days in this wretched town sprawling with desperate youths and drama-junkies and it's a short break from this circle of pathetic inbreeding. A short escape to a completely different world not far far away to break me down and dissect me into multiple tiny shards disconnecting and dismantling me from what I am now, (a product of this gay environment) emptying my pandora's box so that when I return, I may learn all over again what I have unlearned.