ich m�chte nur, ein gl�ckliches schweinchen zu sein�

und trennt hat aufgelebt

22:09 - 02.08.2007
ja, nein, SPLATT!!!

mein name ist rudi tschirden. oder astrid jutta kaufmann. die beide sind mir egal.

here�s a picture of a cute guinea pig named rudi:

and also a kittycat named astrid:

i lost my picture of the guy named rudi. there were no worthy pictures of humans named astrid or jutta, so i have included none.

das zoo w�chst immer gr��er. i have a girlcat named jessie, a boycat named damian, a boyguineapig named culhwch (after a welsh god born in a pigsty; pron.: kill-hew), two girlguineapigs named pennie (penelope) and lis (elisabeta), a girlbunny named aidan (thought she was a boy when the name was given), a boybunny named dallben, a mouse of undetermined gender named rudi (rudolf), a lizard named bill, and am babysitting a snake i�m calling tristi (tristan, after tzara, of course) for an undetermined amount of time. i also have two different people who may (but probably won�t) give me a chinchilla. and i�ve taken to feeding a stray cat i�m calling sabine. what can i say? ich lieb� tiere. besides, whereas people suck ass, animals are cute and cuddly and love you unconditionally so long as you feed them.

so the whole thing of it is, is that the asshole i�m supposed to marry hasn�t spoken to me in three days, and yet was seen running around socializing with other people, and was ratted out to me by one of our mutual friends. how dumb to let oneself get caught, you know? my best friend wants to drag me to therapy. i'm all for it�call off the engagement, get my ass in therapy, heal, and find another lover. kiss, kiss.

i�m strange, i realize. i was so hungover at work tuesday morning that when i went to the backroom to get bleach (gotta have lotsa bleach to run a seafood department), i quite seriously got lost. and i spilt more ice on the floor than i shoveled into the case. and i walked in circles quite a bit. and stood. and stared. and cried. and then the seafood manager came in to cut meat (because we have no real meat cutter) an hour later, and i was forced to pretend to be sober.

tomorrow is another day. yesyesyesyesyesyesyes, nononononono�maybe.

02.08.2007 - 22:09

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