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| 01:12pm 23/04/2003 |
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ERBS SUCK! Anyshit, after ERBs (Instead of actually doing the work, I just decided on a nice little pattern and kept it going, making little flowers with the bubbles), I was walking outside, dreading going back home. All of a sudden, I saw a rock fall out of a tree. Only it wasn't a rock. It was a baby squirrel. It seemed to still be breathing, and it was blinking, so I poked it with a stick. It didn't attack me. I poked it again. I know rodents really well... This one was definitely in shock from the big fall. When coming out of shock, animals can be dangerous. So I pet him. I pet him again. He was bleeding from his nose and he was shivering from the cold, so I took off my sweatshirt and wrapped him in it. Five minutes later, Cass pulled up with Julie in the front seat. I hopped in back and yelled, "VET!" Mom and Julie turned around simultaneously, Julie on the cell phone, and screamed. I said, "GO!" And mom stepped on the gas. XD Twenty minutes later, I'm talking to a vet. It seems I have a new pet.
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| 07:51pm 23/04/2003 |
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mood: FUCK THE FUCKING WORLD.
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The vet told me to bring him back to the tree where I found him, and his mother would bring him back up. I didn't really believe her. And so I put him down under the tree after I picked him up from the vet's. Five minutes later, I came after him with a towel, mom yelling at me to wait for the mother to come down. I said, "No, this is stupid. Fucking stupid." That's when it happened. I looked up, and I saw a big squirrel with these big, excited eyes. Looking straight at MY baby squirrel. I screeched and tried to scoop him up, but the mother was faster. "But... But he's mine..." I cried after the mama squirrel running away with my baby in her mouth. That's when the regrets hit me. What the mother fuck am I doing leaving a poor, wounded baby squirrel here, next to the FREEWAY in an alley where I saw OPOSSUM-ROADKILL the other day?
Then what happened next... I can't believe it; you won't believe it either...
I actually cried. In public. Sobbing.
"Maro!" I desperately began to search for the squirrels in the cyprus trees. What if he gets whacked out of the tree again? The vet said he'd probably been attacked and knocked out of his home... And I knew. This was his home. HIS FUCKING HOME. AND I WAS SO FUCKING PISSED AT EVERYTHING THAT THIS WAS HIS FUCKING HOME.
Then Lee makes it worse. I have to go to rehearsal, practically sobbing. And Lee says, "Oh yeah! I saw Chloe playing with squirrels. That's why she was so late." And I walked out again. Into the bathroom. Where I sobbed even more. The fucker.
When I came back, Lee says, "Where were you?"
I say, non-chalantly, "The bathroom."
Lee replies, "Well you missed a whole thing. You'll have to get the answers from someone else."
Unfortunately, as if my red, wet eyes didn't give me completely away, Lee had to point it out. Then he blamed it on my blood-sugar, saying I was cranky and would get better when I ate something. I was about to slug him and scream, "DON'T FUCKING PUT WORDS IN MY MOUTH YOU FUCKER!"
But I didn't.
Because I'm a fucked-up, stupid ass squirrel-killer. |
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