rockinricky

I have been informed by Mr. mattthegoon that it is time to update my journal. I was trying to think up a eulogy for my dear parakeet Nigel, who three days ago shuffled off this mortal coil. I couldn't think of anything fitting, everything I wrote sounded too tongue in cheek. Nigel was the shit and I wouldn't want to send him out like that. Instead I will tell you all about the small, silent, white mouse that, as I am typing, is sleeping peacefully on a log behind me. You see, he is the last. The others were picked off, one by one, like so many seed of a dandelion in an autumn breeze (wow, how gay is that?). As he dreams his mousey dreams, our two ball pythons Toby and Katie-Jane are slithering around in their aquarium (probably deciding who gets to eat the last mouse).

Sweet dreams, it's only a matter of time, little mouse.