So this should really come as no surprise, but I got a goldfish. I can never stay away. It was won for me at a carnival last night and it has really caused me to re-evaluate how quickly I get attached to things.
Captain’s Log:
8/18/11
10:30 p.m.
Internal dialogue: That game where you throw ping pong balls in a jar looks fun. Oh, the prize is goldfish you say? Well, you know my weakness man without teeth.
10:31 p.m.
Me: The fish is mine!!!!!! All mine!!!!
Carnival worker: Would you like to buy a fish tank and food for $7?
Internal dialogue: What am I doing. Fish need a place to live. Fish need food. Fish need a weird amount of oxygen in their tank. Fish are needy. Abandon ship.
Me: I think…I…Have one at home.
Internal dialogue: LIAR.
10:40 p.m.
Internal dialogue: I’m just going to flush this fish when I get home.
11:50 p.m.
Internal dialogue: What was I thinking?? I love this fish! He is like a child to me! What if he dies? I’ll never love again. This fish is symbolic, this fish MEANS something to me.
8/19/11
The fish is currently residing in a plastic pitcher on my counter next to a fresh bottle of fish food purchased in the early hours of the morning.
WHYYYYYYYYYY.
2 comments:
you have a heart of gold
I think i have an old tank at my parents if you still need one. Its small but would work for a goldie fish.
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