It's good to reminisce
~.: Last night I realized just how sad I'd be if Momo II/aka Sae were to die. We almost had a sort of near-death experience with him last night. I had been being a bad mommy and didn't change his water since coming home from school until last night. :x And then, after I let the water set for a few hours with the conditioner in it I put him back in his bowl and he just sat on the bottom not doing anything. And it freaked me out, because that's where Momo I was when I found him dead. So I tried getting him to move and tried feeding him and stirring up his water to encourage him to swim around and nothing worked. When I finally put the bowl back on my shelf he started swimming around just fine and I fed him to double-check and he ate the food like he always does. So that was good.
~.: But then I was curious to know just how long I'd had him for and I went back to my very first LJ entry with this account to see if I'd documented the day I got him. There were a few entries about the slow, tortuous (tortuous??) death of Momo but none about Momo II. Judging from the dates of those entries however, and my memory, I'm gonna say I've had this betta for almost two years now. Which is pretty good, especially for a fish.
~.: But then I couldn't stop reading my LJ entries. I liked my writing style better back then. And my first year's worth of posting was so much more meaningful and substantial. I actually had meat to my posts. Now I don't really post on much of anything. At least it doesn't seem that way to me.
~.: I haven't finished reading all of the entries yet. I think I might do that tomorrow.
~.: Oh, tomorrow, I get to sleep in. I'm so looking forward to that. -^^-
~.: But I've gotten up to the parts about me and Chris. And the way I gushed about him- knowing how I truly felt while making those posts it seems like my feelings were so made up. When I gush now, I know I'm genuine, and I really do feel the way I do. In fact, honestly, I wish Duarte lived closer, or I lived closer to him, so that this thing we have now could be a real relationship, and I could say I'd been dating him for four years. I wish I could gush about playing with him in the snow, and flirting with him shamelessly, and driving around Manassas with him for hours, and going to see movies with him. I haven't talked to him all week. It's been crazy with me being sick and busy with work and stuff. I'll text him tomorrow.
~.: But, Duarte, if you read this, I miss talking to you. -o-
~.: Anyway, I'm really tired. Not even sure how I'm making this a comprehensible post right now. Somehow the words are coming out. But I'm gonna get to bed really quick before I pass out.
♥ Andrea
~.: But then I was curious to know just how long I'd had him for and I went back to my very first LJ entry with this account to see if I'd documented the day I got him. There were a few entries about the slow, tortuous (tortuous??) death of Momo but none about Momo II. Judging from the dates of those entries however, and my memory, I'm gonna say I've had this betta for almost two years now. Which is pretty good, especially for a fish.
~.: But then I couldn't stop reading my LJ entries. I liked my writing style better back then. And my first year's worth of posting was so much more meaningful and substantial. I actually had meat to my posts. Now I don't really post on much of anything. At least it doesn't seem that way to me.
~.: I haven't finished reading all of the entries yet. I think I might do that tomorrow.
~.: Oh, tomorrow, I get to sleep in. I'm so looking forward to that. -^^-
~.: But I've gotten up to the parts about me and Chris. And the way I gushed about him- knowing how I truly felt while making those posts it seems like my feelings were so made up. When I gush now, I know I'm genuine, and I really do feel the way I do. In fact, honestly, I wish Duarte lived closer, or I lived closer to him, so that this thing we have now could be a real relationship, and I could say I'd been dating him for four years. I wish I could gush about playing with him in the snow, and flirting with him shamelessly, and driving around Manassas with him for hours, and going to see movies with him. I haven't talked to him all week. It's been crazy with me being sick and busy with work and stuff. I'll text him tomorrow.
~.: But, Duarte, if you read this, I miss talking to you. -o-
~.: Anyway, I'm really tired. Not even sure how I'm making this a comprehensible post right now. Somehow the words are coming out. But I'm gonna get to bed really quick before I pass out.
♥ Andrea