Over the past weekend, our female hooded rat, Grim (left), passed away. While Jsteak and I were gone at the time, by all appearances she went--thankfully--in her sleep. Her original cagemate, Twitch (featured in a previous post below) is distraught, but so far okay. The newer adopted pair don't seem too affected.
Grim was probably the best rat I have ever had the privilege of caring for, and I am confident Jsteak and I are better for having adopted her. She was a little over two years old at the time of her passing, and came originally from an overcrowded cage in a pet store, which no doubt contributed to her rather early death. Curious, cute, and well-mannered, no one could have asked for a better rattie. Her favorite activities included shoulder rides and nestling on the back of the neck under one's hair. Grim was especially fond of licking fingers. She was always the first to greet us when we came home, and her antics and attention never failed to make me smile when I was feeling down. She will be sorely missed by Jsteak and myself, and most of all by Twitch.
I have awful acid reflux (Note: Please no comments about how my smoking doesn't help, as that's kind of a given and would just be really annoying). Since I don't have the cash for the purple pill or any of that other fancy crap, I take Pepcid chewables. The other night, we were going to a friend's house for some vegan mushroom and seitan stroganoff and I realized I forgot my antacid. We pulled into a gas station, and Jsteak grabbed me some more Pepcid, for which they charged an exorbitant amount of money--or so I'm told, since Jsteak is my suggarmomma and I didn't offer any cash to help. I forgot all about the Pepcid until we got to our friends' place, and my throat started killing me. So I opened up a Pepcid, popped it in my mouth, and chewed it up. And fuck if it didn't taste worse than an aging priest's taint. It was painfully bad
. My whole face contorted, and it was at that very moment I realized, Pepcid also made non-chewable tablets, and that was what was in my mouth.
I learned a very valuable lesson that night. I'm not sure what it is, but I refuse to think I needlessly chewed up that mouth of ass. And every now and then, I second guess myself when I'm about to chew up my antacid.
Okay, well I guess the virgin part isn't quite right, but she's definitely a loser. Look folks, I know I haven't posted much in the past months. And I've had my reasons, the biggest of which will be revealed soon. But I've also had no internet. Every now and then, I've managed to get access, and post something. Jsteak? Nope. She doesn't care. She doesn't care about any of you. I want to see some nasty fucking comments about why she won't post. She cares so little, when I told her I was going to post this very post, she shrugged and said, "Okay." So I added in her least favorite picture of herself. How about them apples, beeeotch? Note the little smudge of stuff on the left corner of her chin (her right). Is it cake or semen?
I'll let you decide.
Sorry, I hope you kids weren't looking for a more intellectual post.
Finally we have home internet access. Hip-hop-hooray. This means we'll be back with our regularly un-scheduled blogging. Also, my "big secret project" is almost out of the way, so expect lots soon.