My diary

Dear diary 9

I went to back to Las Vegas this morning. And back again with only my dad 3 hours later.

There were many awkward silences but it isn't usually like that.

He asked me if I wanted to open my window, I said "no" but he opened my window anyways.

I was asleep for most of the trip. It was a five hour ride.

I'm back home now and the dog keeps licking my ankles and it tickles. I don't want to pet the dogs cause they have ticks and my eye is already itchy.

Did my dog just pee in my room? Oops.

The older dog has big saggy nipples and is missing hair on her lower body. The younger dog is healthy but has ticks.

I touched them and now I'm scared to touch my face.

On the way to Vegas we stopped by Dunkin donuts and they had these cute lip balms. Did I already say that? Oh well, it's my diary and I can do shit.