My love affair continues Hamster and I have become inseparable. Other then urinating all over my comforter, everything has been peachy keen. And, to stave off anymore "funny" comments regarding our relationship let it be known that is very possible for a man and furry little creature to have a loving, platonic life together.

It occurred to me that I am a little bitch. The following perfectly illustrates that point.

A cute, slightly chubby, local beauty pageant contestant came into the store asking for donations. If I gave her twenty-five dollars, she would put an ad in the program. Said advertisement would contain a blown up business card and her picture. I thought about it for a moment, she smiled at me and of course I wrote a check. What really surprised me though was the fact that I used my own checking account rather then father's. How the mighty have fallen, at least in the past I used other peoples money when approached/extorted by pretty girls. My dad found the situation quite humorous but did seem a bit proud when I explained the part about using my personal checking account.

The moral of the story is I am a complete and utter fool who enjoys being used by ladies, be it financially, emotionally, mentally and on rare occasion physically.



Go to Hell