Hari ni

Today I got a pet fish. His name is Mat Jeff.

His first day as my pet, he develops a brain hemorrhage from a high velocity headfirst fall.
I was rummaging through the drug cabinet at my mom's clinic and I forgot I was holding him.
He would twitch and swim agitatedly after the fall.
And he would stare at me too. An accusing 35 seconds bug eyed stare.


Oh, and we visited the horses.

All they do is poop and neigh and nod and die and reproduce but I miss them anyway.

Then we (not the horses) screamed sang karaoke-ed in the car, which was going 140 miles per hour.

Randomly enough, tonight people are asking me for love advices.
I ain't no love hotline foo.
And I ain't a guy either.

ika.

Current mood: happy but bored
Listening to: Baby, I'm Yours.