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Muppet Voice!
Everyone in North Bay is sick. It's like a pandemic. Or a plague.
And what happens to me: I sound like a muppet. A muppet, people. I think Grover would the closest comparison.
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Rest in Peace Little Bobby
My sweet little rat Bobby is dead.
He caught a horrible cold in the damp basement. I was going to move him upstairs last night but when I went to move him into the smaller cage he was curled up in his little hammock, dead. The other rats were trying to keep him warm.
I feel so horrible. If it weren't for the fact that I fucked up with school and had ( Read more... ) -
Well then...
So I've officially asked if I can defer my internship for one year.
As an upside, it means I get to keep my rats. -
Its the end of the world as we know it.
I'm pretty sure all of my plans are falling apart.
At this point I probably won't be able to afford to go to Russia. Which will thrill my family. Because none of them want me to go anyway. Nice of them to be so supportive, right?
And I'm going "home" on Saturday where I'm going to be shunted down to live in the basement. Which, by the way, is the ( Read more... ) -
Life sucks.
I have to go home.
Unfortunately, it's not even my home. My home is in Scarborough. What I have to do is movie in with my mom and Steve in the middle of nowhere and live with rednecks for three months.
I won't even be able to have my dolls with me. I have to get rid of most of my clothes. My teeth are crap. I want to lose at least twenty pounds ( Read more... ) -
The sleepy pills return once more.
Many thanks to my sugarmama, sparrowshellcat , for providing me with these delightful drugs.
So, yes. The school doctor once again thinks I need better hours for sleeping. What I do not think she realizes is that I probably get more sleep that I should. The little blue pills (Imovane, not Viagra) simply mean that getting to sleep is a hell of a lot more fun. I ( Read more... )
