dear doing well diary,
it's a weird feeling when you know something you shouldn't. is it a gift to be able to plan ahead and know, or is it a curse. i cant tell you yet. i never realized young goats could be so fucking cute. i always thought it was more or less an insult to be referred to as a goat, but now- i don't know anymore. what do you think?
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| that's a fucking sweet little goat |
i fell in love when i saw this goat. it looks NOTHING like any goat i've ever seen. i want to kiss this goat right here- multiple times. those floppy ears and that smiling mouth... it seems like i'm attracted to all goat mouths and chins. this goat has very sexy ears. i like the way they compliment his facial shape. i would happily chase this goat around all day long- until it got old and crabby and started having absurd ideas. when goats get old- they want drunken women goats with genital defects and mixed breed dependants. they want exactly what they said they didn't want in one pasture- in another pasture- with way more trauma and drama- where the grass is gonna dry up and die so much quicker- but oh fucking well GOAT MAN... not crying over here in the dark side of the sun. not for the species of goat i ain't.
