July F*cking Blows!

This month is nothing but hardships and dare I say it, bad luck. I’m not the type that believes in luck or omens however, the month of july hates me. Guess what, I hate it too. So much so that I refuse to capitalize it.
I’m sure you couldn’t give a rats ass about my problems (I know I wouldn’t care about yours…) but that’s the nice thing about blogs… They get some of it out of your system and no one has to read them if not interested.

Here it goes….(-or- Why I hate july…)

July 26, 2002
My dad died. I was never close with him so I wasn’t all torn up, yes, it was upsetting but still… (I sound heartless… oh well.) The worst thing is - I was the only one there with him. I was the one who found him, I was the one who had to call 911, & I was the one who had to wait there until the bloody paramedics finally arrived. I was 15 and the only thing I said I never wanted to see in my life was a dead body up-close.

July 7, 2005
My Grandfather died. This was the man that raised me (with my grandma) and my 3 cousins. I was pappy’s little girl. He spoiled me rotten. It still hurts to talk about [but] it is a little easier. I get that kids should be use to the premise that they will have to bury their parents (or grandparents) [but] it still hurts like a bitch. The worst part was, he suffered for three years with the big C. After his death I became a horrible hypochondriac. I’m recovering now [but] I still get overly worried about little things at times.

Today
I called the crack-whore (my mother) to see if my aunt had stopped there by any chance. Before I could even ask, she says that my dog (Savage [who was too big to bring to my own place]) hasn’t been good at all. My heart sank. I love that dog more than I love most of my family. He’s only 6 years old [but] he’s a pure-bread (boxer) and pure-breads tend to get sick faster. Apparently, he’s been sick for the past week and a half and the bitch just now tells me about it. Her excuse: I never answer the phone…I guess that’s partially true. If it’s her I do avoid picking up, though, she could have told my aunt who lives right across the street from me. I know (if you’re still reading) you’re thinking I’m nuts getting all upset over a dog [but] you don’t understand. This is one of the sweetest dogs in the world and it kills me more that I haven’t gotten to see him much lately and I’m not there with him now. Luckily my aunt IS there and she’s really good with animals. I was worried at first that it was Parvo, which is what Ridley (my terrier mix) had last year… The vet ruled that out though. Apparently it’s a bad virus that just needs to pass. He’s not eating right though and I should have taken him for a second opinion. “God” knows what sort of quack Peggy (the crack-whore) took him to.


Okay, I’m done venting - I guess. I’m not even going back over this thing to check for spelling errors (or) to see where I was grammatically incorrect. Screw it…I’m upset and people ramble.
If you don’t mind, I now have to take the 4 other dogs I have to worry about outside to run around a bit…