lea98

I was a dog person... until a white kitten showed up at my door... Thank you, Lord. Dealing with her taught me not every act of decency reaps rewards of love... or at least gratitude. Why do I still feed her?

I'm just a simple person from that oddly shaped state. You know which one? The place of big hats, big hair, boots, and where tractors and horses share the same roads as the cars. Where roadkill becomes someone's dinner (only if it's fresh). Yeah, I should stop telling you about it... we like it here, don't we Amira? Amira?? AMIRA! Oh yeah, she ignores me.

*Ear deafening crow*

Will someone please tell their rooster to quit crowing at my window?!? Go home, I don't have chicken food! I fed you once, it was one time! It didn't mean anything! I know I'm hard to get over, I mourn for myself time to time! Don't make me get my fat chihuahua, she hunts squirrels for living and I'm not afraid to use her! Wait... Why am I writing all this down? Sorry, I'm a gifted writer, really I am. Just insane. I love you though.