Michael's wife came into work again tonight. I fucking hate that. I might have to transfer stores, because I can't stand feeling this sick when I see them together. UGGGGGH just let me die!
My job is scary. As I've said before, someone got stabbed outfront a month or two ago, and Ward Weaver used to rent from us. (If you're wondering why that name sounds familiar, he's the one who killed Ashley Pond and Miranda Gaddis and burried them in a concrete slab in his backyard.) You've probably been hearing about Matel Sanchez, the little boy who was running errands with his Grandma and went missing on the 30th. Yesterday at work, his mom and his grandma came up to me outside of the store and handed me a flier. I saw both of them on the news this afternoon when the police announced that the grandma had confessed to killing him and showed them where the body was (just outside of Estacada.) What the FUCK?! I'm a little fucking freaked here. Good God, I touched that woman's hand and felt genuinely fucking sorry for her. I'm creeped out. Ugh.
Wow, it's been so long I forgot how to update this thing! Anyhoo...just going through my gallery tryign to delete things; i.e., my crappy pet pictures that don't look any good but are just too damn cute to get rid of. Man, I can't throw anything out!
I found a baby house sparrow last week and I have to feed it a mix of dog food, baby cereal, apple sauce, and hard boiled egg. All it does is eat, sleep, shit, and eat. Oh, and chirp really loud at about six in the morning. It's summer, biotch, get a clue! Grrr. This thing is SOOOOOOO lucky I like animals.
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