Lions and Tigers and Bears

I love animals.  I love all animals.  I love every animal ever.  I am actually obsessed with animals.  Obsessed to the point that even when I see a ratty looking dog that's probably about to bite me, I'm still going to run up and kiss it on the mouth.  I cry when I see the Humane Society commercials on tv, and I get beyond pissed when someone has kittens or puppies and they don't invite me over to see them.  If you don't get the point already, then I don't think I can help you understand it.

All I have asked of every boyfriend I've ever had is that they please take me to the zoo.  That's all I want.  Guess how many times I've been taken to the zoo?  ZERO.  I just want to go see the fkn zoo creatures and no one will take me.  This has been going on since I was 16.  I'll be 22 in less than 2 months.  That's a LONG time to want something so simple.  It costs like, $15 to go to the zoo, and I've even offered to drive.  I've thought about going by myself, but I genuinely think I would try to climb into the tiger pit if I didn't have someone there to control me.  I've been straight up about how I'm gonna act when I finally go: Retarded.  Pretty much, whoever brings me to the zoo is going to get a lot of pats on the back and prayers from grandmothers because everyone is going to think that they took me out of the mental institution for the day so that I could go to the zoo.  They're going to look like a saint to everyone who sees us. 

I honestly think people are just embarrassed to be seen with me in most situations, especially those involving animals.  I get huge cartoon eyes with a big blue tear drop when I see birds in my yard, so you don't even want to know how I'm going to behave when I finally get to go to the damn zoo.  Now I'm getting mad just thinking about it.  I can't even discuss this any further.

ZOO ANIMALS.
Jillian.