I can look after myself/The wrong people always fall in love with me and I always fall in love with the wrong people

Excuse the convoluted title, but that's exactly what's on my mind. I got home tonight to find that my dog had gone into my room and rolled all over one of my prints on the floor and ripped it and scratched it. This displeases me immensely. But he just looks at my face and I can't really do anything.

Here is my Rookie diary post for this week uh huh huh! The background image is a zoomed in picture of intestines that I got from a medical book! COOL!