Imagine the look of horror on my face when I read my writing.
I'm going to try to write a little more detailed without emotional BS. I'm also putting more photos on dA.
I probably sound pissed off. I am. At about 2 am this morning, My neighbor, Gigi, asked if I could take a photo of her dog. My reaction: a look that said "What the fuck is wrong with you bitch!" and the words, "Ma'am, it's 2 in the morning. Can I do it tomorrow?" She, of course, said she couldn't do it tommorrow because that's the day of the dog show. Fucking slacker...
-Sam Peregrin