Oh yeah. And I saw a really hot guy the day before. :D
So, anyway, my mom left for Australia a few days ago and she'll be there for the next two months. Initially, I really couldn't be bothered with the chores of cleaning the house. Now, I still can't be bothered. :p But I'm getting there. The only thing is that I feel so tempted to NOT, feed her fish. There are just like, 5 of them in the tank and I just have this thing against them for two, very significant reasons:
1. Fish aren't real pets. Screw it okay, if you can name your bloated goldfish as "Bubbles" and feed it and stare at it and watch it jump out of the tank and then praise yourself cause you think you trained it to jump and then realize 3 hours later that it just committed suicide. Pets are meant to be shown love and you do that by playing with it, pampering it, cuddling it, etc loving things. Can you take your fish for walks?
I didn't think so.
2. I had an angel fish named Sheldon Cooper who died tragically
And no, he was not trained to do that.
My mom refused to buy me another angel fish. I didn't think so considering the fact that she was celebrating Shelly's death. She thinks he used to bully her other smaller fish. I already told her he was the god and master race fish and all the fish in her tank should worship him but nooo, somebody wouldn't listen... :/
Oh well. That just goes back to my first reason: Fish are food, not friends.
...the sharks in Finding Nemo lied to you, seriously.
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