No, Victoria, tell us how you really feel.
So, the page for Fissure will be late this week because the STUPID COMPUTER CRASHED AND ERASED ALL OF MY COLORING PROGRESS, AND I'M IN SUCH A BAD MOOD I DON'T WANT TO RECOLOR IT.
Why am I in a bad mood? Because of hormonal reasons, really, which makes me more mad because I can't turn it off. It doesn't help that both of my computers decided to have issues at the same time, and nothing frustrates me more than malfunctioning computers and MAN. I AM STILL REALLY UPSET THAT THE COMPUTER JUST DIED. I'M PRETTY SURE I SAVED SOME OF MY PROGRESS TOO, BUT DOES THE COMPUTER CARE? FRIGGIN NO.
But the constant pain in my side are my aunt's stupid evil, rat dogs. They are the incarnation of evil: self-centered, they are not trained AT ALL, they jump up on people bc they hate everything, hate each other, hate ANYONE who comes into the house-- and I mean anyone. Me, my uncle, my aunt; they act as if we are all Hitler, and don't stop snarling and barking until they can't see you anymore. They don't cuddle, they never sit where you want them to, and the worst part, my aunt LITERALLY loves them more than life itself. She has attested that if there were a tornado, she would stay in the house with the dogs instead of seeking shelter (or even taking the dogs to a shelter? idk). And then she asks me to take care of them when she's not home, knowing that I despise even looking at them. And I'm generally an animal person.
Seriously, though, imagine coming home-- to the place where you should feel loved and relaxed-- and have something screaming how much it hates you before you even get in the door. I know some people can, and I am immensely sorry, because I can't imagine your pain seeing as how I can't even deal with these stupid dog demons without wanting to genuinely kill them.
I am further annoyed that I am a good human being, so of course would never harm or kill a domesticated animal (and, due to personal preference, any animal). Further than that, I love my aunt, so I worry about the dogs when I'm at home alone, knowing if anything happens to them I will be blamed. So I am held captive in this house with dogs who hate everyone, not being able to do anything about it, and angry that the one person who COULD get rid of the stupid things doesn't even though they treat her like dirt!
It's like an abusive relationship, only dogs.
Usually this hatred is at the back of my mind, but again, I'm running on hormone-induced fury at the moment and I just needed to rant somewhere. I feel much better.