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I’m thinking about creating a different blog to use as a personal or something.
one that I can follow people and they can follow me.
Anyone want the URL? I already have the account. Just have to change a few things.
I was attacked by the corner of a book cover.
GUYS IT BROKE SKIN AND LEFT THIS LONG CUT WTF.
Such a great book.
But WHHHHHHHHHHHHHY did they have to ruin the movie?
I mean, if you haven’t read the book, the movie is decent.
BUT I READ THE BOOK SO MANY TIMES.
I MEAN SURE SOME OF THE CHARACTERS ARE SPOT ON.
BUT THERE’S JUST
SO MUCH YOU COULD HAVE DONE.
AND YOU DIDN’T DO IT
WHY
I came back around 8pm EST.
AND SHE HASN’T REPLIED TO MY IM.
SHE’S DEAD GUYS
thatorshewenttothelivingroombuti’msureshediedomfg
In the last twenty four hours I’ve only spotted two fleas.
One was on my dog, caused a melt down so I gave her a bath.
The other flea was on her bed, which she had been on. I threw that in the dryer, then sprayed it with flea spray and vacuumed it and then sprayed again and vacuumed it.
I’ve done my bed room so many times. I’ve vacuumed, sprayed, left, wait two hours, go downstairs, vacuum again, spray again and repeat. I’ve done under the beds, I’ve attempted to do under the chairs. I’ve dug through the carpet and found nothing.
So I think I’m winning this battle?
But seeing how there was still some floating around I’m so freaked. So I’ma probably do another spray or something I don’t know, sigh.
I’m just so stressed over this and I’ve had so many melt downs because of it.
And my dog learned how to JUMP OVER THE BABY GATE so when she gets really skdjfhsdf she jumps over it and comes dashing upstairs.
I sprayed my bedding, the sofa, the chairs, under the, under the pillows, everything.
I seriously just want this to be over with.
I want to be able to sleep in my own bed again.
sdkjhfjkdf.
I can’t wait for this to be done. :(
I’m sorry for the lack of updating, lately. I’m sorry about mostly having queued posts all over my blog and your dash.
But I’ve spent the last seventy-two hours working on getting fleas off my dog and making sure my own room is flea free. I’ve been in so many pain lately and I haven’t slept that well. But I’ve been trying to get rid of all the fleas. Spraying, spraying, spraying… vacuuming, vacuuming, vacuuming… So frigging tiring.
But I think I’m getting there, I really think I am. I hope so. I really hope so.
Sleeping out in the living room has been rough for me. And I hate having to put Lucy to be, alone. I really do hate that. But I cannot allow her into our bedroom until I know for sure, that the fleas are gone, you know?
sdkjhfjsdf. I need a back rub, pls.
