our landlord is an idiot. there's mold on our walls... and we point this fact out to him a few days ago. what does he say? nothing, paint over it... where's the screen from this window? ugh. he's a twit. so anyways. i'm looking for a new job. sears is crap. the people are crap. the customers are crap. retail sucks. i went through all the boxes last night and today, so it looks way better. we have a mouse. i've decided to name him herbert. he lives in our back porch. he's brown. yeah. we find out tomorrow if chris's car is going to be written off. you know, life is shit. all i've been doing is sleeping, cause i can't drive anywhere, we don't have any money for the bus, and i'm too tired from working. it really sucks. so yeah. a whole lot of nothingness. our bed broke. the wood piece that is part of the foot board came out of one of the sides. so now we have a mattress on the floor, with a bed frame around it. ghetto to the max. well, i can't say i've been sleeping the whole time, cause i took the pups to kildonan park, and i go for walks with them everyday. but yeah. there was this puppy at the park, and he's just over a year, and the same color as frankie. he's purebred too. i was thinking maybe we should let her have puppies, but i don't want her to die sooner. my dad's friend breeds goldens and his dogs are way older than they should be, like they're three, but act like ten, and they're tired all the time. chris's auntie said that breeding them cuts their life span in half almost. that's sad, but what if frankie should be a mum? who am i to want to keep her around just for myself if she wants to have babies? i don't know. tough decision, cause i love that little beast. yeah. we had dinner at chris's auntie debbie's last night. weirdness. anywho, gotta go. the one, the only, laura michelle* p.s. rawr.