So last night mother and I drove up to Bayonne to meet this lady who was interested in either Fritz or Polly or both. She chose Fritz.
She seemed nice, but I've come to a realization that I tend to be a poor judge of character at times.
But I think she means to be a good owner. She is moving to Plainsboro down south somewhere near Princeton and told me if I wanted I could come visit Fritz to see how he's doing. So I'm glad about that.
I cried a little last night before I fell asleep. I hate giving my kittens away. I miss them.
I hate worrying that they're not happy, that they want to come back home. The thought of them being sold to animal testing or being abused or neglected terrifies me. As long as I know they are happy I'll be okay.
Blah.
Anyway, tonight is the intergalactic toga party at God's Basement. I'm not going in a space suit or a toga. I don't feel like completely freezing my ass off tonight.
I'm hoping tonight will be a good night. No crazy drunk driving accidents or getting pulled over by cops.
Yawn. Ima lay down for a few before I head to Gregs.






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