getting ready to eat my hot pocket, when I go to the fridge and realise that there is no milk! D= I run swiftly (not really) to the back yard where I find my father tearing down the deck. "Father!" Yells I. "We must run to the store and fetch milk!." So we drive to the corner, bravely dodging squirrels that jump into our path. We ariive, and I run inside and grab a gallon of milk. Hurrah. On the way to the counter, I pass some poptarts and decide I must have the raspberry ones, since there was no strawberry. Le gasp! Father pays and away we go! I arrive back at the house and go to the microwave, pulling out my waiting hot pocket, and take a bite. Motherfucker burned my tongue. After like, fifteen minutes of cooling down.



Yeah. Epic story had to be shared. I should be getting my photoshop soon so maybe I can actually post something again.

Holy crap I have fifteen rats and one of them's expecting. I just separated them from the boys and girls today and there was nine girls and only three boys in the litter. Woah. My crippled fish got a new tank, It's all awesome and stuff.

I want a ferret.

Good day.