In other exciting news I got a pet. Her name is Neneh Cherry. At first it was Bob (original) but then I realized she was a girl based on the fact that she threw up her dinner on the second day I had her. It could have been because of the car ride from home to work but that is neither here nor there. She is probably bulimic. At least she will always look thin compared to Buddha right? That's a great tip actually...feeling fat? Hang out with someone fatter. Win! Anyway, there are sceptics that Neneh will survive under my care but they're just haters. Hopefully this will train me for the day that I inevitably become mother to a chihauhau.
