My snail is dead, my fish's tail fell off, and the third floor of Swart is my enemy. I have 21 little bottles of liquor. I can't get a puppy because of the possum. My blinds are open, don't tell Carrie. When everything in my aquarium dies (as in, tomorrow) I am getting a Venus Flytrap. Venus, according to Freud, is another word for female genitals. Freud is the biggest crock of shit I have ever read and I hated every minute of it.
