Somebody kicked in the back door at my new house and let my dog out. 99 still isn't home and I'm worried so much there are no adjectives the even approach it. I'm a fucking mess and I want my girl to come home. Sara's all kinds of lonesome. So am I.
The mother fuckers tossed the bedroom and stole a BB gun. that's it. All the shit I own and they took my BB gun. So they broke in, didn't get shit and let the dog out.
I'm going to bed and to cry a bit more.