So I am single. Or spaced...something to that effect. He has not quite figured it out yet. So anyways. Moving as we say.
I'm not wailing or stamping on the ground for some reason. I feel this calm. Interesting. He says he's stressed...still and "in the same fucked up situation". Mais je ne sais pas. Tsk.
Stac and I had a little chat last night. She would remember me saying some stuff :) So I shall e-mail you chiquita.

My mother is going to kill Osama - dad and I are convinced. Oh boy.
Dad almost has a cow when he gets home :
D: Dem people dunno what they did giving that to you! Those things like live food. Don't leave it in the kitchen
Me chiming in : He's gonna get fried.
D: How are you going to change the water?
M: I saw my friend do it it's easssy
D: Right
M: So I'm thinking about an aquarium
D: I think not...you never mind a flippin ...anything before...now you have a fish. Lord.

So the saga continues. I hope Ossie lives at least for a week I need a companion in the wake of my devastating breakup/space up. *faints*