Stuff

The little BRAT next door let Brad out of our fence.  i am livid.  i don’t know what to do about it.  Then Brad threw a fit for an hour and a half because he thought he was going for a ride.

i’m digging my legs again.  i’m under a lot of pressure.  i try to stop but its hard.  Every time i think i have a grip on this thing, something new pops up.  Between the garnishment and the looming threat of a felony charge i’m loosing my mind.

Starla and her Master gave me a job and that really helped.  The only thing is its hard to work when i’m crazy.  i’m struggling a bit.  It makes me ashamed.  i want to kick ass and take names.  i’m constantly worried that i’m not doing a good enough job.