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A friend of mine was just here, she left a moment ago. We were sitting in my bedroom; me on the bed against the wall, her directly opposite me on the pink couch. I started telling her about this episode of Futurama where Fry's dog goes looking for him, he waits for Fry for 12 years, waits for him until the day he dies. And well, I started to cry. Serious full on weeping. The kind of weeping you see at Funerals. My words were all garbled and everything was blurry and she just laughed at me. I couldn't convey how sad an episode it was. She just kept saying it was a cartoon dog and laughing out loud.
Why oh why am I crying over a cartoon dog? I am crying because it was an expression of love that no one has ever showed me. A cartoon dog heartbroken over the loss of his owner. I'm reminded of that stupid cop movie where the dog's owner dies, and he waits for him until this other cop comes along - a drunk with a heart of gold - and wins over the dogs heart. Then they set off together to get the guys who killed the dog's original owner. Well all in all I'm a fucking retard. I'm jealous of a cartoon dog and a fictional idiot from 1999 who gets transported to the future. I'm jealous because if I disappeared no one would go looking for me. Least of all my faithful dog Seymour.