all this baby talk/having/loving is making me sad.
and when baby-mania is combined with spring fever,
i get really sad.
these are the kind of emails i send when i'm sad.
I want a puppy.
I'm rocking a perma-sadface right now because I can't have one.
Just a little one.
A fluffy one.
One that will love me and cuddle with me and let me pet it.
Eeeeh. Maybe not FLUFFY fluffy.
Every time I think fluffy, I think of this and I don't want that.
Also, I keep spelling fluffy, fluffLy.
My brain is sad.
I just want a puppy.
A nice little pal.
One that can live inside my home.
And wag its tail when I open the door.
Not a yippee puppy, a happy puppy.
Sorry for the depressing email.
I can't help what I feel.
I love you.
if you don't love albus or puppies in general,
you might not have a soul.
sidenote to the sidenote:
i didn't mean to say you don't have a soul.
that was rude.
but it wasn't me, i promise.
it's the iwapbichap* depression talking.
*i want a puppy but i can't have a puppy