i think i'm gonna grow my hair out into a shag. then, i'm gonna start buying my clothes at the hand me down store, oh oh and then i'll get some piercings and maybe a tattoo and start a mediocre "post-emo" band and then maybe people will like me more. oh and i can't forget the unruly facial hair. nah, i think i'll stick to being me, a curmudgeon. bah

darrian will be chasing balls in heaven on tuesday. he stopped eating and the vet said to wait until he stops eating. he doesn't need to suffer anymore. i will miss him forever and a day.