((sigh))
my dog died. just got the call. he was old. almost 17 years old. still doesn't make it any easier.

ramsey has been a big part of our lives. he was a rebel. he talked back. he had balls. for a little guy, he was not afraid of anything. he was gangsta like that. but when we cried, he cried with us. even came up to lick our faces and put his face on our laps.

i feel like shit.

fugg the detox. i need a drink. gonna get a triple shot soy latte.