For the past 13 years of my life, I’ve had an emotional support animal even though she wasn’t ever registered. Her name was Lemon, she was a cockatiel, and she saved me from killing myself when I was a teenager.
ATTENTION: This is my 100th post on the Barefoot Aya! Wahoo!
An interview for a job I was perfectly qualified for that I thought I would enjoy came up and I had the answers to every single interview question but one:
Please see Late Night Rant #1 if interested. This is completely different. This post is in defiance of my mother and also proof that she never reads my blog – ever.
- Angry Facebook
- Talking about talking about politics
- New Years Resolution
Continue at your own risk.