Letters of Nothing To Anybody


Weeeeell, it seems my little furry friend Fred doesn't just have any old bump on his widdle fuzzy footie, it seems to be a tumor. *sigh*

Remember those 7 lives I said he had? Well, they are in the form of an hourglass and it done got flipped over and the sand is fillin up the other side. S'good, I guess...he's 15, which is pretty old for a cat, although I hope he goes in his sleep rather than having to get him put down. I hate the sound of that. Hopefully, it won't happen while I am here. I dunno if that sound shorrible or not, but really, I don't want to see his end. I'll cry my fucking eyes out when it does come though, no matter where I be.

In other news a 6-pack last night gave me a class 4 hangover. My brain is hating my head right now.

That's it.

I quit.

And I am SO super serial.
| posted by Whatsername again....? @ 4/27/2006 03:51:00 am |
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