I stink
Dan:
I think it's time for the eulogy
What can one say about Diego?
Why, I remember the day he was bought by the wide-eyed Beata
he was first going to be named, by my invention, Pescino
but was named in a saucy Spanish fashion
Diego survived a bumpy train ride and a long drive from New York back to New Britain
and was then brought to UConn. quite a well-travelled fish, if you ask me
at UConn, he was in the best of care with Beata, who very often changed his water if it was too cold, too hot, until it was perfect for living. she even turned on music he loved.
farewell, Diego. you're with God. and I'm sure if he were here now, he would thank Beata for her warm love.
requiem in pax, amen.
Oh, Diego. I didn't mean for you to fall down the drain and die. And those nice people that work in the building tried to get you out and broke the sink. I just wanted you to know that I tried to save you. Also, I can never use our bathroom again. Because it smells like death. That and it makes me sad.
Man, this is depressing. My French professor sent me a link to an animal shelter. They kill dogs after eight days. I wish I could adopt a dog. I can't. I would kill it. I kill everything that I've ever been close to. I'm going to be miserable and alone. And pet-less. For the rest of my life. I will never have blind devotion from a puppy. It would be too afraid of getting killed to love meeee.
I need a replacement fish. A goldfish. Those are nice.
I need to figure out a way to get into that Physics class I need for next semester. Tomorrow. I'll think about it tomorrow.
I think it's time for the eulogy
What can one say about Diego?
Why, I remember the day he was bought by the wide-eyed Beata
he was first going to be named, by my invention, Pescino
but was named in a saucy Spanish fashion
Diego survived a bumpy train ride and a long drive from New York back to New Britain
and was then brought to UConn. quite a well-travelled fish, if you ask me
at UConn, he was in the best of care with Beata, who very often changed his water if it was too cold, too hot, until it was perfect for living. she even turned on music he loved.
farewell, Diego. you're with God. and I'm sure if he were here now, he would thank Beata for her warm love.
requiem in pax, amen.
Oh, Diego. I didn't mean for you to fall down the drain and die. And those nice people that work in the building tried to get you out and broke the sink. I just wanted you to know that I tried to save you. Also, I can never use our bathroom again. Because it smells like death. That and it makes me sad.
Man, this is depressing. My French professor sent me a link to an animal shelter. They kill dogs after eight days. I wish I could adopt a dog. I can't. I would kill it. I kill everything that I've ever been close to. I'm going to be miserable and alone. And pet-less. For the rest of my life. I will never have blind devotion from a puppy. It would be too afraid of getting killed to love meeee.
I need a replacement fish. A goldfish. Those are nice.
I need to figure out a way to get into that Physics class I need for next semester. Tomorrow. I'll think about it tomorrow.