My time

What are the odds I got a knock at the door as I was typing that up. I was hesitant to open the door (besides Matt and Camila, should only be deliveries), but decided to face it, whatever it was. Well, I‘m getting sued by a boy that got mad at Ariel, Matts dog, for biting his dog after he growled at Ariel. The boy made a huge deal out of nothing. 

I don’t need all you fucking weirdos coming at me, dogs fight are in their fucking nature. No one died, and no one even bled, so this should be have a “fucking dogs, glad it was mild one”. No, instead this boy, maybe…these days who the fuck knows, freaked out like a “Karen” on drugs. While trying to get both dogs safe, and myself, this boy followed me, all the way to the car. He neglected his dog and was too busy being a boy-Karen to care. As he coming at me, Ariel gets more wound up, probably thinking I was in danger. I wasn’t waiting around to find out. I loaded up the dogs, had Coco as well, and told him to get a life and drove home. 

This boy-Karen made a complaint to the local “dog cops” and demanded we bring Ariel in for a 10 day jail sentence. I told her to fuck off and the boy-Karen needs to get a life. Matt, the naive pushover, was scared of the bullshit consequences they were giving him. He gave in and took her in and picked up after release, I refused to have anything to do with it. 

Here the fuck I am, getting sued by a boy-Karen for $250,000 for literally no blood spilled. Also, links me back to Matt, which I don’t want, I can’t take right now. What’s fucking hilarious is that boy-Karen will only find me, the only one responsible enough to change my address. Well, this annoying responsible bitch ripped those fucking papers up. I don’t fucking care, how can I care when my life is where is it?