it's just that sometimes, i feel like it's a puppy that i only let out to play for a little while and then lock it back up. why should it be stuck in a cage now? i want to let it run free for a while. i've never let it past the front lawn, but i want to take it to the park. go to the beach. run through the woods. sure, its teeth are sharp and its eyes are cruel, but its fur is soft and it just looks so cute sometimes.
"allye, you have to put that puppy in a blender." - a reminder. thank god for friends.
tomorrow i start drinking whiskey and start chopping up that damn dog.