10.30.06 - 9:57 pm

word on the street is...someone just sold my bird.

titus.

son of a bitch. motherfucker. poopybutt.

i convinced myself that the bird was an extension of my son. i would talk to him. carry him around with me. have him help me out with simple tasks. show him off to customers. all the things you do with a real human child! his company was very much appreciated, especially when i wish it had been ashton shadowing me at work.

ugh. anyway. the bird is gone. back to working in silence and solitude in that dark chasm of the petco aquatics department.