Thursday, September 07, 2006
It suks to be me
Yep, that's me in a box on the cold silver table. I had to go to the vet. Even werse, I had to ride in the bloo masheen with the wite rat hoo kept telling me to stop kussing. I kust all the way thare and back. The wite rat likes riding in the bloo masheen and seeing the vet. The wite rat is a freek. They poked needuls in me and looked at my pee and looked at my teeth that have jinjer vinus. Even werse than that, I have to go back to the vet on Munday. Sumthing abowt my kidneys and all the water I'm drinking. I'm fine, I'm frisky, and I don't wanna go to the vet anymore.