now you're all gone.

So I keep getting these notes posted up and down my street, on walls, on a bamboo stick with some plywood and a plastic bag taped to the top., about how my dog shits. well, my dog's shit is just bigger than everyone elses dog's. okay. BRAH. And for the record I only haven't picked it up twice since he's lived here. But we decided that we are going to put my dogs shit in the plastic bag on the bamboo stick with a note that vinny so kindly wrote for me:

" BLUE FELT PEN ENTHUSIAST, MY DOG'S SHIT WILL REMAIN WHEREVER IT HAPPENS TO LAND. GOT BEEF? DIAL 1-800-SUCK-MY-BALLS. LAST WARNING!"

I love my dog. only thing that is keeping me going. I need mimi's phat beats right now. and a hug. I had the worst panic attack today at work, i've never had one that bad before. I sat in my car for an hour crying after i puked and i couldn't move. I listed to "anthems for a 17 year old girl" on repeat for...that long. And my boss is awesome for letting me sit for that long on the clock.  I'm so glad I'm not going to school right now. 

I miss my daddy. 

and in other news in the past 4 weeks I have gone from a size 29 pant size to 26 from sitting on my ass  (: Now if I could only get my dad to kick down $200 for some new pants...

so my therapist just told me to go to the store and buy food cause i should start eating. I ended up buying 60 beer pong cups and a bone for my dog. and cosmo. but hey, at least I went to the store. baby steps.

EDIT: I just found out that the crazy lady that spies on my dog pooping has cameras outside her house and just lurks all day. FML.