Monday, January 19, 2009

Fishy

I used to have two beautiful goldfish. One died after a year...and the other kept living. He made it to Texas in a fast food cup next to my seat in the drink holder. Oddly enough, he was more friendly and happy to see me then some of my other pets.

He died when I tried to spoil him with a new fake coral reef thing to swim in. I think it was toxic.

Anyway, I sorta want another fish.

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