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Everyone's pets are dying. Why?
Aaron had to put his dog Bandit down yesterday. His family had that dog since he was 10 years old. Bandit was an OLD dog. It's not fair. I know I'm being incredibly childish and stupid, but pets shouldn't die... Yeah yeah yeah, circle of life and all that crap. Whatever.
My happy-fun (boring-and-MORE boring) KHC work at KP starts today. I must also do homework. But what I really want to do is sleep.
It was Geoff's b-day yesterday so me and Amber spent the day preparing. First we went shopping for nice dresses because we were going to visit him at Crush where he works, then we had to look for shoes for me, then we bought a fish and fish accessories. We parted ways and both went home to dress. Then we met at his house where Amber had put together some pictures she got for him. We went to Crush and drank expensive blush chamapaign (or however you spell that, alas, I am uncultured...) we stayed there for a while then went back to his place to wait for him to get off work. I cleaned the kitchen, which was filthy, Amber cleaned the living room, we baked a cake and got the fish all ready and happy in his little bowl. Then we danced around to 40's swing music and waited for Geoff. Oh, I must add that we made up our own sauce recipe for the cake. It was water, sugar, cinnamon, all spice, and whiskey. It was very tasty. Then Ellen and Adam came over and I napped on the couch. Geoff finally got home, we all ate cake and Geoff met his fish. I can't spell the fish's name... Then I went home.
I had very strange end of the world type dreams. Post apocolypse stuff. Searching for survivors and all that. And why was I in charge? We all must agree that that would be bad.
Laura backed into my car this morning. No damage, but still. Nooooooo! Please do not back into my Suzabel!
Oh goody, only 7 and a half more hours here.
I've written the first song for The Sneaks, our wonderful, glorious, and talentless band. It's called: Get off my caller ID. Brilliant.
Later folks.