Say something you know they might attack you for

2:37. At my parent's house. Triscuit is improving, so I too am improving. I can't take sick animals... I will never be able to deal with sick children.

So, when I get happy, I want to argue with people. I know, it doesn't make any sense to me either. I want to go out and find someone to argue a point with. I think it might be some strange way of me reaffirming the fact that I am good at something. Oh well.

So, in the corny spirit of Thanksgiving, I would like to list a few things I am thankful for.

1) My family. Obviously, they take a lot of crap off me and know me better than anyone else. Without my mom, dad, Laura, Stephanie and Liz, I would be nowhere today.

2.) My other family. Krislyn, Katie, Jennifer, you are my angels. I have known Krislyn since kindergarten, Katie and I met in high school I do believe, and I worked with Jennifer at the damned concession stands. Krislyn has been a major part of my life since sixth grade, and that will NEVER, EVER change. Katie and I were thrown together at a birthday party, methinks. She and I have shared some bizarre experiences (pool, anyone?), and there will be many more. Jennifer is my shopping buddy, boy-crazy, concert friend. What started out as a casual work place friendship now means the world to me. If I got married tomorrow, these three ladies would be my bridesmaids.

3.) Thomas. Oh, Thomas, Thomas, Thomas. A little over a year ago, you walked into my life and broke a chair. I don't know the exact moment when I decided I wanted to be with you, but I am so happy I made that decision. You are my friend, my shoulder to cry on, my reason to get out of bed, my one true love. I firmly believe you are my soul mate. Good looking men have walked in and out of my life in the past year, and some of them have been interested. But none are as good as you.

4.) Mark, Jonathan and Austin. I love those three! I really loved when Jonathan said we would still be friends if Thomas and I split up. I like making new friends, and I wouldn't trade Mark, Jonathan or Austin for anything. Even if Mark calls me a furry, Jonathan is penis obsessed and Austin... Wait, Austin is pretty normal... I am here if you ever need a friend.

5.) All those Thanksgiving type things. You know, house, car, job, health. I really am glad I have a job. Jobs are hard to cmoe by for college students, and though Publix gets under my skin from time to time, and I am not too terribly fond of a certain front service manager, I like my job. I am thankful that I didn't catch AIDS from my ex who apparently did crack. I am also thankful I survived that damn near suicidal period I went through.

6.) I am thankful that I am passionate about something. My something is animal welfare, and while this (quite) often is misunderstood, and I get laughed at, I truly no longer care. The Creator (I'm having relgion issues) gave me the purpose to protect and help animals, I feel it in my soul. I'm answering some higer calling by feeding my strays, taking the ones in I can, and working to change laws.

7.) At the end of the day, I am thankful that I am alive, and I have something to look forward to.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.

When you see my face, I hope it gives you hell

It's late. About 11:11 (kiss the clock!) to be exact. I'm at the library "working" on a lab report. Fuck lab. God, I have hated school this semester.

So, I feel a little bad for Chad at work. Chad would be my 33 year old, wannabe stalker, thing. He was really creeping me out there for a while, but now that he isn't creeping me out, I feel bad. He looks at me like a puppy that I kicked. I'm a sucker for a sad puppy, hate to say it. Who knows, maybe I judged the guy too quick. If there is one thing I am good at, it's jumping to conclusions. I think I have a touch of paranoia. Oh well. We'll just see how things go.

I am getting a tattoo. Yep. Wolf paw print. Where? I'm torn. I want it on my back, but I want to be able to cover it up, and I DO NOT want a tramp stamp. But I am really, truly doing this as soon as I get the money. It'll hurt like hell, but I think a wolf paw print is something I will always love. Hello, I'm the kid who used to howl like a wolf. I think I was a wolf in a past life.

I hope one tattoo leads to about ten. Everyone I know hates them, which makes them more appealing to me. I can annoy Stocky and Thomas until the end of time, or the end of our lives, whichever comes first.

My thoughts are disjointed and hurting my brain. Petland sells puppies that come from puppy mills. I would like to strongly discourage anyone who stumbles across this from buying a puppy from Petland. Why? Puppy mill puppies are the dog equivalent of lemon cars. The poor little guys are raised in deplorable conditions, and are sickly and often die. See http://stoppuppymills.org/ for more information.

Ok, Susan out. The brain no worky anymore. And I had so many good points to make! Ugh.