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It's not one damn thing after another...it's one damn thing over and over again.
Ok, so technically today I feel blah, have a headache, feel guilt-ridden over a few issues, and am (as I have been over the last few weeks) drawing further into a sorrowful depression...so, I'm going to collectively rant on the past few weeks...
I. Echo, baby, my sweet silver-mitt (dark-eyes with grey, silver and black, single strands of fur among a coat of white) ferret passed away on 09.29.05 from Adrenal Gland Disease and a fucking website online gave me the understanding (and hope) that Echo, leaving the Adrenal Gland Disease untreated, had 6 months to 3 + years to LIVE!! Thanks a lot to whomever put that useless horseshit up - if I'd known it would take less than 1 month to KILL HIM I would have been a little bit more focused on his care and what I could do to prolong his life - if not that, then at least make sure he didn't suffer like he did. Now, I get to live the rest of my days feeling that it's my fault that he died so quickly after I first noticed a tell-tale sign of AGD (hair loss, usually @ the tail or scruff of the neck; Echo lost hair on his tail, then his belly). Damn it, Echo, I'm sorry for, just once, having faith in believing what I read.
II. The same night we buried Mischeif and Echo (2 ferrets), Andy (my ex-boyfriend/roommate) decided he would get into our place (we were evicted around Sept. 23, 05; Sean had to "break in" to our place to get things that were necessary for him to work, Andy got wind of this and decided to abuse the priveledge) and begin removing his belongings!! This, after I told him not to! If Tom (our landlord; nice guy) noticed we would be in risk of violating the agreement between us (save up the $$$ to pay what we owe Tom, he lets us move back in, all is well) and losing our home.
Then, not only did he not listen to me about that, but also someone noticed what he was doing, called the cops and he gets arrested for Trespassing in the 1st degree...so he goes to jail for a night, right? Wrong...cop also searches him...and adds to the Trespassing, a charge of...
Possession of Narcotics (including Possession of Paraphenalia).
I'll be so very lucky if Tom allows us to do as we originally agreed and lets us move back in. I'll also be lucky if Andy didn't steal anything from me (the wooden Oriental chairs & expensive mountain bike, that belonged to Sean, were taken from the back porch - we still don't know where the chairs are; Andy gave a mutual friend the bike). Nevermind the fact that now our place is sealed up tighter than a virgin asshole and I can't get to any of my clothes or valuables! Argh! Why does he have to be so stupid?!
III. The other night I (don't ask why, because even I don't know) decided to check out the inside of my laptop and ended up putting it all back together - but oh! I need to clean my keyboard...yeah...lost one of the pieces to one of the buttons, and broke another...oh, god, I'm such the hypocrite - I'm the first to tell people to leave shit alone and there I go...fucking with shit I shouldn't! Damn it! Thank Heavens for Extended Warranties!
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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620
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