dear cake and something snarky diary,
today being the goat's birthday, i'm doing absolutely jack snot shit to celebrate it because i am so done with any and all emotional connection to the goat, i don't even laugh about it anymore because it ain't even funny. he told me something so profound a long time ago (eleven years in october- whoever counted) and it went pretty much something to the exact words like these coming next, "Certain People Come InTo Certain People's Live's For Certain Reasons..." and then the mother fucker (the goat) wouldn't tell me any of the reasons. he left me to figure out this burning question that i always had in my mind, especially when i thought of him. i thought of him alot, at times more than others and always more than i should have, but i liked the goat. i felt safe with the goat. friends i am here to tell you as i sit boldly on my bed, goats are not pets and they belong locked in the shed. that goat bit me and bit me hard is what he did- then he accused me of switching over to the DARK SIDE and then he ran off and hid. it took me all this time to figure out what he meant- he always talks in little riddles. all the times i used to cry i can now almost giggle. i still don't know the reason he came into my life, and frankly i don't need to know anymore. i am certain of that.
