My beloved dog, Charlie, passed away yesterday. He was 15 years old. He was a pekepoo who looked like a Ben and Jerry's Cow mixed with an Ewok. He loved chicken, Daft Punk, constant company, and running around outside. I am devastated. I'm tired of difficult things happening to me, and I wish I could get a year or two of rest.
Found out my ex either cheated on me or is trying to make me jealous with ex/current girlfriend. She is not authorized to stay at my rental, and neither is her cat. I have asked to break the lease and kick them out. The landlord is on my side.
Sleeping on my problems is absolutely wonderful. I feel worlds better. I blame Inks, because tbh, blaming my partner for nice things is fun and hilarious.
Brb, gonna tell Inkarus he's responsible for moonbows and butterfly migrations and the placebo effect. I hope he smiles.