death really does come in threes

wednesday the third death came. im kinda like, hmmmm cuz it was moe, my guineapig. so im like wtf? i guess animals count for more that i thought. i talked to my mom on tuesday night and she told me that moe was sick and i should come see him soon so i decided to g see him after work the next day. i called my mom at 4:30 to remind her i was commin but by the time i got there he had already passed. poor little piggy. he was 6 years old tho so thats almost twioce the usual life span for a g-pig.

then me and my mom went out to dinner and for some reason this guy rory popped into my head. he used to work with my mom back when i was like 12 but he moved away. so i asked her about him and it turns out that hes dead too. he was only like, a few years older than me. he was a big flirt and i guess he was flirtin with the wrong guys girlfriend and her b/f shot him to death. DAMN its one violent ass world we live in.

i guess thats it for my death entry. hoipefully i dont have to write anymore of these for a while. bye-bye.

~dawn