Warning: dumpster fire from 2 years ago
Edit: It has been a day and I’m in Florida. Nice n’ humid here, so much we’ve been in the pool and ocean constantly. But the first day was tiring. We had to drive up to the airport at 9:00 AM which took 30 minutes, park, get on a bus that brought us to the airport, walk to check in our suitcases, walk all the way to this metal detector place, get on a subway, walk some more, and wait to get on the plane. It was longer than it looks, trust me. The plane ride was 2 hours. Or barely 2 hours considering we arrived 15 minutes early! Upon our arrival to Florida, we mostly died a bit, then we proceeded to walk a lot to the baggage claim. THEN, we got a rental car in which we had to drive for a hour straight to Marco Island. Rip. It’s like 11:22 PM now. July 29th 2018. But yeah. We went to a Chinese buffet in which I ate lots of sushi (it was really good!) with my Grandma, two of my cousins and their mother and father. They are both autistic.. and the boy got it really bad. And oh my god, sometimes I can’t stand him (I’m sorry) but I’m like the complete opposite of him. He just talks and talks and talks. “Let’s go to bestbuy.” “Let’s go to the resort.” And even more! I was stuck in the car with him too. And all I heard for the remainder of those 30 minutes of driving back and up to that place was his constant yacking. I think I lost a bit of my sanity after I needed a bathroom and accidentally whimpered a bit. He literally tried to get out of the car in traffic. And it took 3 people to hold him back. And the rest of the ride it was like he was just observing me ready to pounce on some random quote that I made about anything really. Like he was staring, looking behind him and I could feel his gaze, lol. Jesus, it’s like he was trying to find something to freak out about. I mean, It takes a pebble to make him have a tantrum over nothing. Kids crying, loud noises, or literally crinkling paper. I know he’s autistic and probably doesn’t “understand” what he’s doing but oh my god I just need to vent to feel better lol. Then we have this idiotic drunk lady who’s a friend of my aunt in which is the mother to the 2 autistic kids. She’s accusing my friend of texting her teenage boy first. In which I believe she did but he also wanted to FaceTime with her, ya know? Well, she’s saying her kid didn’t do that and apparently my friend is dumb or something? She came last year with us if you’re wondering. But anyways this lady is clearly a drunk and doesn’t understand what she’s talking about. She told us that he doesn’t like girls and stuff, but my friend didn’t even show attraction to him anyhow? What? Dear god. She hurts my brain, lol. But eh, she puked over a railing last year and tried to resume a conversation like normal afterwards. So idk what I expect.
edit like a week and half later: wow I’m back home and somehow my friend was the center of attention despite not being there. Lol. It’s always her, and everyone accuses her of the most outrageous things. Well. Mostly.. special needs mothers. I mean.. we normally mind our own business until we get approached by a special needs kid. And.. we usually try to interact. Then, crap starts to go downn. My friend usually laughs at everything, so maybe that’s it? They misinterpret her? Because I’m usually classified as the “bullies sidekick” in these situations. I just don’t understand. I’m not a brat in rl, despite being one when I was 7 to 8 but I’m sure we’re always like that at one point.
may have gotten inspired from other profiles..
Note: I try to make every one of my pet’s stories different and kind of funny from the outrageousness of it. I mean not all, but the story with Evergreen is an example.
Old thing I wrote:
Edit: I lied about being 13. It was to be able to chat on the forums, lol. I’m 14 now, but I was 9 around the time I wrote that.
Fluffy! (A helpful description explaining my pet cat!)
Hershey! (My second chihuahua). So Hershey is a pet that we basically stolen from my Grandpa since he lives with terrible people. They would abuse the dogs, as they would hit them,let them run out on the streets without supervision,never took them to a vet until recently. In which the bigger dog died. Beyond Hershey, as he was with us. But the other dog is apparently getting a weeny bit of attention now. But ANYWAYS. We stolen Hershey about two years ago. And we got papers explaining that we are his real owners now. He’s the sweetest chihuahua you’ll ever meet. Ever so, we thought he wasn’t a purebred chihuahua. He never bites. Hold him an inch from your face and he’ll lick you. So many more things to list but I’ll just say that he is a meatloaf. Here’s his picture—
(Oops! I’m still working on this description, and if your reading this, sorry. Got writers block or got bored. Ill get back to writing this someday…)
Rock-and-roll-puppy is ready to breed with 4 litter licenses