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2004-11-29 - 12:55 p.m. Ok, homemade farts. Somebody found my page looking for “homemade FARTS”?? What the hell? First of all, I don’t ever recall doing and entry on farts, homemade or otherwise. I swear, y’all, the world is goin’ crazy. ::: I swear to God, CreepyWendy, if you mess with the thermostat in here one more time, I am going to fucking KILL YOU!! GAH!!! Why is it that just because you’re old, and having your nasty hot-flashes, that you think everyone in the entire office needs to freeze to death??? Why don’t you just RETIRE already?!?!?! FUCK!! ::: I have a new pet. He is wonderful and loverly. He makes me happy with his joyful exuberance. That’s right. I have a new fish. Shut up. He lives on my desk at work. He’s in one of those vase/plant habitat things. So technically, I have a new pet AND a new plant. Oh, and contrary to what you might have heard? It is NOT a symbiotic relationship. Yes, the plant will do fine being fertilized by the fish poop, but the fish CANNOT live just by nibbling on the plant’s roots, or eating the microscopic organisms that live on the roots, or whatever other complete CRAP sales people like to tell you. Betta fish need protein. Hmm, is a plant protein? No. A plant is frickin’ SALAD! Anyway, my lovely lovely fish needs a name. I had to go and get a new fish because Wally died. Of course, Wally was very old (almost 3 years old), and I don’t think he would have lived very much longer anyway, but he died last week when the heat was out. Oops. Did I forget to tell you? Ya, we had no heat for a few days last week. Just so you know for possible future reference…no, your furnace doesn’t run on electricity, it runs on gas. However, if they turn off your electricity because, ohhh, I don’t know…you don’t pay the bill? You STILL don’t get any heat. Know why? Because the little fan that blows the warm furnacey goodness all over your house DOES run on electricity. It was 11 deg C (around 52 deg F) in my house last week. And my fish died. All I can say is I’m glad I have a malamute, and not a Chihuahua! Ya, so anyway. Help me think of a name for my new fish. ::: Other than the heat thing, I can’t think of anything exciting that happened last week. Well, except for Husband’s birthday. Not that that isn’t great? But kinda like last year, this year’s birthday was kinda crappy for him. (that was when the heat went out). so yes, it was eventful, but unfortunately for Husband, not at all exciting. (someday, honey, i promise you'll actually have a good birthday!) So, there we are, sitting in the living room, with blankets, and mittens, eating ice cream cake. Umm, happy birthday, honey?? (in case you’re wondering, it actually took them about 3 days to get our heat back on. Because they suck. Because they didn’t get our faxed receipt from the bank saying we’d paid the bill. They didn’t receive it 3 fucking times. And didn’t bother to tell us. They were just going to wait until Friday, or whenever. Nice. They are soooo efficient. Wally says, “thanks”) ::: Tis the season for mid-life crises, apparently. Husband asked if I would pierce his ear for him. Uhh…sure? I asked why, and he said he was having a midlife crisis and it was cheaper than getting a Porsche. (I have been having my own midlife crisis for about a year and a half now, but I guess Husband is just a late bloomer). So, Saturday night I got to poke holes in my hubby. Well, one hole. And it was just little. And it only took about 1 minute. But still. Now my hubby is one step closer to being a pirate. 
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