Only Killers Call Killing Progress: It was a night. Ooh what a night it was, it really was, such a night

Fall on me, black helicopter....

It was a night. Ooh what a night it was, it really was, such a night

Published July 03, 2005 by Lexy | E-mail this post

So, The whole Live 8 Thing is over and done with. Everyone felt all warm and fuzzy watching famous people snap a lot and play some music. Hooray for that. And now they've all gone back to their first world lives, and maybe gave Africa two or three, maybe a total of 5 minutes of thought during their busy hustle bustle today, but as the event grows further from us and our minds, so does the problem that someone is starving to death right now while your neighbour drives through at McDonalds.
I feel just about like the luckiest girl in the world to be sitting at a computer with a rat on my shoulder eating cherries till they're gone, I tell you that right now. Except, her nails are sharp. She's climbing around getting comfy in my hood. She and I both love my avalanche hoodie. I must admit that it is in pretty rough shape, but I'll retire it when it is a few strings that float away when I open the window.
Some things are just too hard to let go.
Just me and the rats, sharin' cherries.
What a life. What a beautiful life.
I'm frantic, so load me up
I'm trying to upload a picture of the rat, but Photobucket is being a weirdo.
Nemo is a grabber. I handed him a piece of the cherry I was eating and he just about tore my fingers off to get it. Hahaha silly ratface, I was gunna share, or else I wouldn't give it to you to begin with.

Haha! There you go. Napolean.
I put Napolean back, she was scratching me too much. Which is why I'm now feeding Nemo cherries. He's probably getting cherry in my hair, but oh the love of animals.