I went into work(pet store) and a note said there was a kitten in the back that needed to be bottle fed. Well, I went in the back and I guess it was really sick because it didnt make it over night. It was a little stiff and I carried it to a manager crying.
Thats a fun, eventful morning right there. 8 am, folks, 8 frickin am.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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