Today I had to do something that was quite difficult for me. So difficult in fact, that I made Jesi do it. There was a flushing that went on today on the 5th floor of Wells. The last of my fish died yesterday and the stench was beginning to affect our room in a negative way. The snail has also passed. Moment of silence please.
A moment of silence did not occur. No, not at all.
Jesi calls it my “tank of death” and suggested I place my pumpkin in it so it can die too.
Samantha called everyone to let them know I “killed” all my fish and also wrote on my door “Fish killer”
Scott said after the first one died, “good thing you didn’t get puppies.”
Nick called, waking me up from a nap mind you, and left a message laughing about my fish.
They use it as a trump card. Yeah well, you killed your fish. Plant still alive? What’s the death count in your room?
At a time when I need you the most, thanks friends. I love you too.
Lyrics from We’re Going to be Friends by The White Stripes.
