I will survive..

Monday, Aug. 01, 2005 ~ 9:56 a.m.

I feel an increasing amount of frustration rising up in me that I can't really place. I gotta get out of here before I explode.

I had a bit of a rough weekend, tears and so on and so forth. Being myself, of course. I haven't written since then, I don't think, but last weekend, my dad caught my cat, Niko, killing his baby meat rabbits. Something had been taking dad's rabbits and quail and before that ducklings for a couple of weeks and we could never find what it was. So anyhow, dad spared his life but required that I find Niko a new home, and we dropped him off on Saturday, a little stressful. Also, some people have been talking about buying my two year old filly for about eight months now and I figured when they said they were coming up on Saturday, they would be bringing money and committing to a purchase. Nope, they wasted our time again. They came, put her through a ton and then said they would call us if they decided to buy her. They called us later and asked if they could take her now, and pay us later. HAHAHAHAHA. I didn't like the man, he seemed dishonest, sneaky and bullish, and the woman didn't seem like she could stand up to him. It made me feel a little bit sick, the whole situation. I would completely lose her if she were to go there, they would never pay us, and then they'd sell her off, and it would be a huge nightmare. I'm better off not having their money. I'll have to go get a bank loan to go to England, but I will still have my filly. Hmph.