*3:45 PM July 5, 2010
Butt moved out today. I'm really going to miss him and his Frank Sinatra records. I came home to his empty room and was caught off guard when my throat got all tight. I then walked into the kitchen and stepped on a mini poop nugget. My throat relaxed and I rolled my eyes.
I am absolutely not going to miss his dog. He may have only been here a month, but he was here long enough to mark his territory on every inch of my clean apartment. And he stole my birthday thunder. Anyways...
Even though Butt bought the dog against my wishes, and was never home to take care of him... and was a rather messy drunk, and kept me up late in the night with his "important" phone calls, and walked around with his junk waving at my virgin eyes, and borrowed all my dresses... Wait-- Why am I going to miss him?
Happy Independence Day! I'm sure you all saw me patriotically leading the parade. Hope you all were able to escape from drunken family members and didn't catch on fire from falling embers. I personally had to be pulled away from the fires.
I love fire.
Love, Me
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