ishyface: (i shall never grow old)
I fully understand that there are Reasons why I am currently working a crappy fast food job, and that while a few of them are my fault, most of them are not, and that having a less-than-fulfilling minimum wage gig is nothing to be ashamed of, and that an honest living is an honest living, and that I am going to grad school and looking for something better, and that I should not feel like a failure at all.

But. You know.
ishyface: (in the dumps)
Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television programme
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote

Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy


This is a photo of my dog, Magoo, taken by [ profile] withoutawhy on the day we had to have him put down. He was a Boxer-American Staffordshire mix; we got him from a shelter when I was about ten. I walked up to the last cage on the left, saw him, and knew he was my dog. He was afraid of cats, vacuum cleaners, other dogs, most adult men (he'd been abused by his last owners, we're pretty sure), and... well, pretty much everything. He slept on my bed most nights until his hips got too bad for him to climb up there. He didn't know his own strength- he once accidentally knocked me down while I was walking him and dragged me several yards up the road before he noticed anything was wrong. (He was very sorry about it afterwards.) He smelled terrible. I loved him to pieces.

He died on March 22nd, 2006, two days before I was accepted to university. I was the only one of us who stayed when they injected him. He was shaking the whole time, and then he just... stopped. And didn't start again.

If any of you have a dog go give that dog a big fucking hug because I miss mine. A lot.


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April 2017


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