deadgirl

Two days ago my boyfriend had a temper tantrum, broke up with me, and kicked me out.
I honestly have no idea what the **** set him off, and I really don't care. Good riddance, drama queen.

I moved into a nice studio (not as nice as my last one, but in a better part of town. Also I have three friends who live in this complex, one just 5 doors down from me.) and my ratties are now free range once more! I'm so glad. Keeping them penned up was killing me. Every time I opened the cage to feed them dante would jump into my arms like a jackrabbit.

There are a few things they can get under (the bed, the refrigerator if they reeeeally squeezed) but they usually come when called and I don't let them have food when they're out, so they have to go back to their cage eventually if they want dinner. Seeing dante run around is one of those simple pleasures that just makes everything better... the way he hops when he runs is so cute <3

So here I am, no boyfriend, no roommate, no cosigner... And I've never felt better.