Well my day was crrazy fucked up. It was going fine untill my Girlfriend calls me and tell me her Chinchilla (which is 7) is acting weird and sick and she wants me to take it to the vet... fine, its a big rat and its mean so I dont really understand why you would want to take it to the vet. But I love her and long accepted her quirks. Meanwhile my parents show up at my apt and tell me they are surprising me by puting new tires on my car and getting it painted for my birthday (my Dad says he has a buddy who owes him a favor so he's painting my car). No big deal I hand him them the keys and they take my car. I'll just make due on my road bike for the next week and it will be good for me. So I call my GF to tell her that I cant take it to the vet anymore because I dont have a car and cant put it on my bike. Its about 5 now and she gets off of work anyways so she can doctor it. I have a class from 5-10pm so I go to class. She calls me in the middle of class Crying to tell me its dead. So there goes the rest of my night comforting her and disposing of one ex-chinchilla. She insists on taking it to get disposed of at an after hours vet clinic. Get this, they want 50 dollars! 50 dollars! to get rid of the thing!!! Good god, I tell her I can bury it in the park in a nice shoe box for 50 bucks... so my nights a loss, I've got a paper due at 12 tomorrow, I missed class, and 1 mad/sad woman,
I had to vent
but hey at least the e30 is getting new tires and paint.
I had to vent
but hey at least the e30 is getting new tires and paint.
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