Ironically, my Russel literally runs himself in circles sometimes. Guess I taught him a little too well, eh? Truthfully, he’s hyperactive as all get out, but it amuses me to no end. I think that even if they made doggie ritalin, I’d keep him off of it in the summertime, just so that he could enjoy himself.
I have a pretty distorted view of reality; I'm perverse and I enjoy gratuitous use of the "F" bomb; I say random things at even randomer times and I even snort when I laugh really hard. I have a lot of baggage, from ex friends to ex boyfriends but despite all that shit, I try to remind myself that "All that really matters is what matters to me hee heeeeeee." So, read on if you dare, my head is a dangerous place.
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