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Added 2008-06-06 @ 7:39 p.m..
Quote: "We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they hav
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Last night, Luke and I went to Perkins with an old friend of mine, Nichole, for a late snack. Anyway, halfway through the meal crayons started flying from the air and hitting poor Nichole in the face. And then I got hit in the face by a crayon. Apparently, a man, shitted drunk, had decided to throw crayons around the room and act like a small child. And then he started talking to us about South Park and marijuana.
Anyway, I finally found a job. I will be working security at concerts and the such. Imagine, me, 4 ft. 1 1 in. tall fighting off crowd surfers at crazy concerts. Oh joy. Nonetheless, I am happy that I found some kind of money source for this month.
However, much to my dismay, upon returning home, I discovered that Frank has Popeye. So Luke and I went to the pet store to get him some medicine. When Luke saw the price ($5.99-$15.99) he immediately turned to the salesman helping us and asked us how we could put Frank "down". As soon as I convinced Luke to let us discuss this without the salesperson I present, I immediately started to cry. I know it sounds pathetic; I started to cry over a $3 fish. But honestly, he just has Popeye, which is apparently really easy to cure. And why should he be concerned over spending more money on medicine? Jesus, It's my money. I'm sorry.
But it is. - Beckie
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