A Eulogy for Munch
Date: 7/19/05
Climate: something like the Amazon
Reading: Nothing for a change
Watching: time fly by too fast
Listening to: outside influences off
Drinking: Orange Crush
Eating: classic cheese sandwich
Almost two years ago I picked little, would be named Munch, up from a pet store. You were a tiny ball of fluff that would make the perfect birthday present for a 30 year old woman with the heart of a 5 year old child. Your playfulness and warm hearted nature would not be lost on her but rather compliment her. During the time we spent together you brought happiness to all that saw you. Many 'aww how cute's' and 'oww jeez it just bit me's'. We remember how you loved your playball and how we loved you even more everytime you foolishly ran into the wall or the door. Oh Munch you were so silly. Often you jogged in your wheel oblivious to the fact you weren't going anywhere. That kind of peaceful lifestyle suited you and if you didn't know it in life know in death that we were all envious of you for it. Nights now will not seem the same, not having your teeth chattering away on the water bottle or hearing you make nests in your bedding. I'll never forget the first morning we woke up to find you missing. Our hearts pitter-pattered like you across the linoleum flooring. It made sense that your favorite pellets would bring you out of your hiding place. We're sorry we couldn't find a better burial site then the underpass by my house but your box is of the finest caliber we could spare. A pink jewelry box. Rose the color that you made our cheeks and hearts during your time with us. Rest in peace little Munch. You're in a better place now.
-I might have killed Colleen's hampster. I think it was all the peanut butter I fed it but I felt wrong denying the thing some little pleasure. Then again maybe it just died of old age because I don't think they last that long do they? Two is pretty old for a hampster, I think anyway. It really is buried by my home so if you want to pay your respects I left the address in my journal over on KH.com. In case you didn't see it there, this is the address.
-New banned word is Whar ever. As if whatever isn't the most annoying thing to hear come out of someone's mouth, someone and I am guessing it was a masochist, decided to come up with whar ever. Listen to me, I am not listening to you more if you switch it up with whar ever, it's still annoying, you're still a passive aggressive and I am still right. If you want me to hear your point then speak English otherwise your slang is about as useful as a giving a headless man a hat.
-Preproduction has started and today marks day 7 of 12.
-Greg will be dj'ing at Sonotheque with Tommie Sunshine on July 26th
-My buddylist looks like a graveyard. Comment with your sn's and anyone you think I should add.
Climate: something like the Amazon
Reading: Nothing for a change
Watching: time fly by too fast
Listening to: outside influences off
Drinking: Orange Crush
Eating: classic cheese sandwich
Almost two years ago I picked little, would be named Munch, up from a pet store. You were a tiny ball of fluff that would make the perfect birthday present for a 30 year old woman with the heart of a 5 year old child. Your playfulness and warm hearted nature would not be lost on her but rather compliment her. During the time we spent together you brought happiness to all that saw you. Many 'aww how cute's' and 'oww jeez it just bit me's'. We remember how you loved your playball and how we loved you even more everytime you foolishly ran into the wall or the door. Oh Munch you were so silly. Often you jogged in your wheel oblivious to the fact you weren't going anywhere. That kind of peaceful lifestyle suited you and if you didn't know it in life know in death that we were all envious of you for it. Nights now will not seem the same, not having your teeth chattering away on the water bottle or hearing you make nests in your bedding. I'll never forget the first morning we woke up to find you missing. Our hearts pitter-pattered like you across the linoleum flooring. It made sense that your favorite pellets would bring you out of your hiding place. We're sorry we couldn't find a better burial site then the underpass by my house but your box is of the finest caliber we could spare. A pink jewelry box. Rose the color that you made our cheeks and hearts during your time with us. Rest in peace little Munch. You're in a better place now.
-I might have killed Colleen's hampster. I think it was all the peanut butter I fed it but I felt wrong denying the thing some little pleasure. Then again maybe it just died of old age because I don't think they last that long do they? Two is pretty old for a hampster, I think anyway. It really is buried by my home so if you want to pay your respects I left the address in my journal over on KH.com. In case you didn't see it there, this is the address.
-New banned word is Whar ever. As if whatever isn't the most annoying thing to hear come out of someone's mouth, someone and I am guessing it was a masochist, decided to come up with whar ever. Listen to me, I am not listening to you more if you switch it up with whar ever, it's still annoying, you're still a passive aggressive and I am still right. If you want me to hear your point then speak English otherwise your slang is about as useful as a giving a headless man a hat.
-Preproduction has started and today marks day 7 of 12.
-Greg will be dj'ing at Sonotheque with Tommie Sunshine on July 26th
-My buddylist looks like a graveyard. Comment with your sn's and anyone you think I should add.