I didn't want to admit it, but I've done it again. I've fallen in love with another frieking animal that cannot possibly be mine. Gizmo is killing me. I hope, hope to God and beyond, that she isn't chosen tonight, but there's no chance on her not being picked. Do you know, I offered my mom the whole price for he, in cash, 5 minutes ago? And I wasn't kidding. I would buy that puppy right of the bat. And I think Mom knows I was serious, she jsut didn't want me to do anything stupid.

This is one of those situations I told you about before... Perhaps not as bad, but... still there. I was thinking about my "Widdle Giz" (Stupid name, but sooo funny to see her waddling across the lawn when I call her.) being sold, and I teared up right there... So, when this lady comes, I'm going to hide in the basement, and wait for her to leave before I plague my mom for the results. Or rather... I'll be able to tell who it is stragiht by the look on Mom's face when her eyes meet mine. It'll either be a sympathetic "I told you so" look, or a thumbs up, mischief grin.

I'm having an anxiety attack right here, sitll in my grubby work clothes, waiting for the fucking lady, who was suppsoed to be here a half hour ago, to get her ASS over here, waiting for her tardy self! *shudder* And me, going to the mall tongiht with Meagan and Lindsey... *roar*AHHH!!!! MOVE IT!!!!!!

Ya know that feeling, when, before a first date, your stomach is in knots and your breathing is shallow, and you feel like your head is going to explode because you're so keyed up? Well... that feeling is fine... because its a good thing you're doing. Sending your favorite puppy to someone else's home, while waiting for them to get to your house to pick her out, is NOT a good feeling. Similar, but worse.

They're here. And, as promised, I'm hiding down here. Fuck it. I don't ahve to be polite. They're taking all the puppies. I can be downright rude, but Mom would kill me after, so... I deign to be anything, and leave. I'm so stupid... crying about a puppy that's not even mine, that's not ever going to be mine, and who needs a good home. And you now what? All I can think of is that I want to leave. I want to fly away, i want to run and hide, I want to escape. I can't wait to get out of here... Someone come rescue me. Please?