All dead

I think whoever runs this thing we call life is testing me again. Molly doggo just passed away. We've been at the vet everyday this week with a GI issue. They finally found a mass on her colon yesterday, and now she's gone already. I'm not even home.

Paul Raymond passed away. Massive heart attack. If you've followed me you know we were close at one point while I was banging dipshit. He was a really great guy and it's a big loss for the world. So him and Tonio are both gone. Everyone I know is dying.

Something is trying hard to get me to dislike spring. Last spring was the worst, and now if it keeps up like this it will be just as bad.

TGT last tent show was Friday. Watched it Friday night. Cried. They're going on in a new format, which gives me some hope, but they finally nailed it this season and now it's over. It was strange to see Jeremy cry, because in my world I had him cry on screen once already and it was just weird seeing it actually happen, even if the causal situation was totally different. I'm not a church person or a fan of churches in general, but that was beautiful.

So that's it from my shitty little life right now. Clinging on to the two dogs I have left and anyone else who played a pivotal role in my life.