>yeah, but ur a foid so zip ur lips and make me a sandwich lole

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I wonder how my birds see the world. For their whole life, I've been this weird ass animal that is solely responsible for bringing them water and their favorite food, then I lure them into a weird thing and lock them up when everything gets dark. They've seen me carry off their dead sisters and I take their "offspring." I just wonder if they have the mental capacity to see me as some sort of God/leader, or if they just see me as a pain in the ass that also happens to be the only reason they can drink.

Also this blog will be more for random thoughts than actually writing about my life like my last blog. Hopefully
 
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I hate my pooner step sister. Being a pooner is fine but bitch literally ripped my whole swag. Even got the exact same glasses as me. I'm supposed to be niche God damn it [itsover]
 
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Hair cut lady said she couldn't believe it'd only been a year since my last haircut because my hair grew so fast. Twice as bright or however I'm going to be bald by 30
 
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I should have used my taxes to buy a gun and pay for a ccw class but instead i bought a new tank for my piece of shit ungrateful snake that would devour me if he could.
 
Kilo (dog) died yesterday and my brother just told me how his kid wanted to come out to my house to "pet him one last time before he went to heaven"
That kid HATES the drive out here normally.
Another dog of mine passed last year, and so did his ferret, so he said he was happy that they all got to play together. I cried harder reading that than I did finding out he was dead.

Also, Kilo was really old. It was his time and he didn't die alone, so it is what it is. Aside from how sweet my nephew is, the saddest part was that Sage was really hurt by it. None of my other dogs cared really, but Sage was sad.

Also jews charged me $450 for his ashes because they hate love and I didn't cry hard enough at the vet