with the good inevitably comes the bad

so we moved and it was increadibly successful and i'm totally happy...

please don't disregard me as a hippy, high or on delicious shrooms, or that i spent some time with non-deodorant using tree huggers and am now named happy tree flower or some crud like that.. but this place is so much more *positive* than the other place...

trippy...

however.

kramer is no more... i am sad to say. my little fishy *snifffle* went and met his maker... *SOB*... he was forced outta this life two nights ago.
even though i carried him in his bowl from our old apartment up the street, got in a cab and made sure the water didn't splosh too much or spill over the top, carried him up the stairs and strained my already almost bulging muscles in order to ensure his happiness. we left him on the kitchen counter and napoleon has no respect for other beings that are living and decided kramer would probably be happier if he were out of the bowl and not in... so br woke to find kramer trying to be the real life nemo and my heart is broken.

he was a little life and we were here to protect and feed and care for him... a little life..

i'm too goddamn sensitive. someone slap me.