todaez been a rather relaxing dae besides the heart attack mini me gave me last nite...
shez here roosting at the laptop, using it like her personal fireplace...
e only worry i have now is...wat if she pees...
die die.
but after yesterdae...heck it..
she can stay there if she wans...
last nite, when i was curiously wonderin y she wasnt runnin in her wheel,
w e idea of givin her a friendly poke and a kiss,
i cldnt find her!
after pushin away all the boxes and food stuff, i found her under, lyin there on e floor..
i was relieved to find her, though it was silly as there was no way she cld have run off...
there was no escape...*evil laff*



but anyway,...i found her lying there,
totally cold.
that reallie shocked me, seein her now running all over my laptop,
chasin my fingers as they type...
it never ceases to amaze me...
she was like a cold fish out o water,...half conscious, half brain dead...
i panic..
noeing me, when i panic, i reallie mean i panic...


even after all that has happend, she seems reallie weird now...
when i touch her, she squeaks...
normally even if i were to grab her frm her cage,
she wldnt even have a *beep*
strange...maybe this encounter has allowed the surface of her split personality...
a deeper darker...more sadistic side...
who noes, maybe, she held her own breathe to get the kick in life...
who noes,...mice...unpredictable like men.


now, shez havin fun explorin my table...climbin here and there...
up my hands, onto my neck...sheesh...
now shez on my forever frenz bear head...
when will she ever stop?
but exercise is good, it pumps her heart...and keeps her alive...
and prevents another heart attack on my side.
for a moment yest, i jus stared at her limp body and the 1st thought tt came to my mind...
u horrible horrible idiot...this isnt the first time you killed something...
wat am i goin to do w the cage and food?


hehe...
yes yes...but doesnt everyone worry abt the unsubstantial things in life?
esp material aspects? no offence, i love this little mini me w my heart,
but what am i going to do w mice food and a cage????
serious, being realistic, i cldnt eat or live in the cage...
sooooooooooooooooooooo....my concerns arent all tt out of point rite?


exams in 8 daes, and here i am happily writing my blog...
better not let Mor my psych teacher noe, if not she'ii strangle me like she did S...
or call me " you bitch!"...hehe...shez pretty cool...
my bro swears tt she'z 50 and has a 30 yr old bf,
but i believe tt ur young as long as u believe ur young,..
and up to it.
she doesnt look a day beyond 30, with her belly ring and ear rings..
sheesh...
only, the wrinkles ard the eyes might give her away.
Shez my fav teacher in trinity...
Cheerios to her man...



but i think she'll kill me after she sees my marks...
sighsy...
gtg chase mini me...
shez running ard again...later she fall down...
oh yah, the kitty cat outside,
scratches at my door now..
hehe...
the scent of a mouse must be getting to her... *spoof of scent of a woman*