If any of you have wondered where I have disappeared to, would just like to assure you all that there have been no run-ins with ditches. The reason for my silence is that I have melted into a puddle in the middle of my floor. Can you believe this heat? For the longest time Mother Nature has us all thinking that summer will never come…then this…

Sigh and my so-called “penthouse” suite isn’t all it’s hyped up to be…well it’s not really a penthouse suite…it’s just on the top floor. But yeah, I’m sure it’s the hottest apartment in the building…and while I’m ranting about it, I might as well admit that I live next to the garbage chute too…it’s probably cooler than my apartment in there too.

Since I have no job, I now spend the hottest hours of the day at the mall. Not that I’m a shopaholic or anything, but malls are air-conditioned… sometimes I do pick up a couple things while I’m there though =P

I know you're used to the laughs and jokes here, but I'm gonna put those aside for a sec today. This weekend has changed my perpective on life.

Yesteday afternoon I check my messages...I hear my pastor's voice...a girl at my church had just died. The hospital had thought she had a flu and sent her home to rest, her sister came home from school the next day and found her dead. Their parents are on their way from Hong Kong to see her body...this Wednesday would've been her 16th birthday.

Tonight I called 911 for the first time. Some punk thought he was better than everyone else coz he's in some street gang and was bad mouthing, shoving and swinging punches at everyone...he shoved the wrong person, soon a fist hit his face, and two men were on the ground...Someone screamed for me to call the cops...death threats are thrown and I have a feeling they meant them. An angry man walks back in with a bruise, he swears revenge. I girl pulls out a knife saying that next time that happens she's gonna use it...use it to kill. She's already been to prison before...she doesn't mind going back..for life.

15 year olds dying along days before their birthdays...life on the street, where a human life is worth nothing. People shrug it off and say that's the "real" world...well what's so darn real about it?

Spoke too soon...just forget about that last posting...the person who was supposed to bring Debbie the Bunny "forgot" to...so he's still here and pooing up a storm. Darnit!

Have you ever put so much into a relationship and gotten nothing back in return…so you get so frustrated all you want to do is kick him…but when he finally leaves you, you don’t want hi to go? Well, that’s exactly how I feel right now.

Jesse’s friend left a rabbit at his place, and was gonna take the cute little fur ball to the Humane Society if no one would take him (and they’re not all that humane there), so I rescued it and volunteered to take it until we could find him a new home. When he arrived, he was frightened and locked up in a tiny smelly little kennel where he slept, ate, and pooped, with hardly enough room for him to turn around.
I don’t particularly like rodents, but I figured if he’s staying here he’ll be treated well. So I did much research on his diet, bedding, habitat etc…Bettina let me take her dirty old guinea pig cage (Ooff – the guinea pig now has a nicer bigger cleaner cage) and spent hours scrubbing the thing clean. I even made it a little cave to climb into with a platform for him to hop on (actually it’s just a cut open cardboard box…but still…). I even gave him a nice little water bottle bought him new food and everything. I was so excited, it’d be like the Blockbuster commercials with the rabbit and the guinea pig, what fun it will be…but…(there’s always a but)…it was nothing like it…all he does is sit in cage, eat…and then…of course…POOP! I thought it might be fun to let it out and play with it…but all he does is run away…all that effort and this is what I get. *sigh* he even scratched me once…

So I guess should be happy now that Debbie wants to take him off my hands, that someone else can clean his cage…but but but but but...he’s so cute and fuzzy…AIYA!!!
It’s too late now for second thoughts though, he leaves tomorrow for his new home. So long Poopey (just guess why I named him that)…hope Debs takes good care of you, and that you will live for us to meet again.