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What a terrible week...

First my social circle was infiltrated by an imposter... if I see his face again, I will turn it to paste (that I will then package and sell to children that will certianly eat it) for the torment he put my best friend through. That is, if there's anything left after she's through with him.

Then there's today... which started well with a brand new set of claws and a relaxing pedicure. While I'm getting my nails done did, I get multiple phone calls and texts, but I can't very well touch my phone. My fella busts into the nail salon & tells me my mom has been trying to get ahold of me & I need to call her asap. She called to let me know that the family dog (my dog) wasn't doing well... & needed to be put down. I'm a bleeding heart animal lover... this killed me. I mean, it wasn't like a suprise or anything, the dog was 17, but up until a few months ago, he was a spunky pup. I understand, but damn...

I need a drink.

Here's to a drama free tomorrow.

Bottoms up.