Wow. I really suck at updating.
Since my last update, I'm sad to report that Ella the ratbaby passed away. Here is an obituary written by my ex/her daddy:
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It is with sadness that I announce the death of my little baby rat Ella (aka saltlick, boots, numchucks). She'd succumbed to an ear infection earlier in the week and never fully recovered. She was four months shy of her third birthday. Her favorite pastimes included running on her wheel, eating snacks, tearing things, chomping on metal bars, tearing things, watching movies with me from the nest she made out of a blanket near the top of her cage (her favorite movies included The Great Muppet Caper and Deliverance, and writing critical essays on contemporary works of fiction (According to some of the books left in her study, she was quite taken by Hemingway and George Sand. An unfinished manuscript found in her desk was entitled: "Kafka - 'Sup with that dude?").
Most recently, she'd gained notoriety for running a speakeasy in the back of her cage, specializing in the trading of gummy swedish berries, sour watermelons, and blue whales. In her will, she left me with the deed to said speakeasy and all its' contents, a box of rationed cheese-flavoured rat snacks, a ball of fluff from the inside of a blanket, and plenty of sweet, wonderful memories.
Thank you for all the joy, little baby. Sleep well.
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I now live just outside of downtown Montreal, right next to the Atwater market. It's beautiful here, but it's been a little tough adjusting. I'm fine with my new apartment and new friends and new work load, but I miss walking around downtown Toronto more than I could explain. Tonight I made caesar salad, homemade baked maccaroni, garlic bread and apple pie. Then my roommate proceded to attempt doing the dishes (for the first time ever) and managed to break two martini glasses and my favourite plate. People who wonder why I'm a control freak should look to that as a classic reason. Otherwise, I'm really sick and a little fed up with the constant rejection that is my life, but I figure everything will be fine if/when LateEdge comes to visit. Seriously. I miss that boy something fierce.
Since my last update, I'm sad to report that Ella the ratbaby passed away. Here is an obituary written by my ex/her daddy:
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It is with sadness that I announce the death of my little baby rat Ella (aka saltlick, boots, numchucks). She'd succumbed to an ear infection earlier in the week and never fully recovered. She was four months shy of her third birthday. Her favorite pastimes included running on her wheel, eating snacks, tearing things, chomping on metal bars, tearing things, watching movies with me from the nest she made out of a blanket near the top of her cage (her favorite movies included The Great Muppet Caper and Deliverance, and writing critical essays on contemporary works of fiction (According to some of the books left in her study, she was quite taken by Hemingway and George Sand. An unfinished manuscript found in her desk was entitled: "Kafka - 'Sup with that dude?").
Most recently, she'd gained notoriety for running a speakeasy in the back of her cage, specializing in the trading of gummy swedish berries, sour watermelons, and blue whales. In her will, she left me with the deed to said speakeasy and all its' contents, a box of rationed cheese-flavoured rat snacks, a ball of fluff from the inside of a blanket, and plenty of sweet, wonderful memories.
Thank you for all the joy, little baby. Sleep well.
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I now live just outside of downtown Montreal, right next to the Atwater market. It's beautiful here, but it's been a little tough adjusting. I'm fine with my new apartment and new friends and new work load, but I miss walking around downtown Toronto more than I could explain. Tonight I made caesar salad, homemade baked maccaroni, garlic bread and apple pie. Then my roommate proceded to attempt doing the dishes (for the first time ever) and managed to break two martini glasses and my favourite plate. People who wonder why I'm a control freak should look to that as a classic reason. Otherwise, I'm really sick and a little fed up with the constant rejection that is my life, but I figure everything will be fine if/when LateEdge comes to visit. Seriously. I miss that boy something fierce.
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masque:
are you thinking of editing and publishing the Kafka essay? it sounds promising.
rubyparis:
