Rooting through some old notebooks yesterday and I found that I'm pretty much the same girl as I was when I was 16, just with better taste in music, men and notebooks. Apparently, I wanted a beagle dog called Zeppelin. Yeah, as in Led. I wanted a daschund called Bambi. (Evidentally, I probably didn't know at the time that daschund's don't last long due to numerous back problems.) I also wanted a blue doberman, called Monroe. Why the fuck not?
This is why I keep notebooks. So when I'm 80 and I have alzheimers, someone can read them back to me and I can remember what I was like when I was 19. I know I'll want to remember things like that.
What can I say, I'm a dog person.
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