Alright, so today, I woke up to a dead effin’ mouse.
Of course, it had to be the one that I favored the most.
The one that would let me hold it without crapping of peeing on me.
The one I originally was going to get for myself, but my sister chose, but then became my responsibility, along with mine.
So i cried my eyes out mourning all darn day, including at school, so then I had to explain the darn story to almost half my friends. How do you think it made me feel?
Pretty darn crappy, to answer that question.
And my dad and sister decide, while we’re in Walgreens, that “Hey, Lauryn should go pick out another mouse!”
And I wasn’t even darn near ready to give up that Supfy was gone, so I did what any grieving person would do: bawl my eyes out until I properly gave a funeral to the mouse.
Then, I got the guts to actually stop crying and get in the car and get new mice.
I got 2, just so the original one that was still there didn’t dominate the darn cage.
But the 2 new ones are so darn adorable:D
But I must say, inside I am still mourning the loss of a lost soul.
RIP Supfoo the 1st ( August , 2009 - November 30th, 2009)
Ah well, you guys are probly getting bored, so Adios!