The Meaning Of Life
My day job is annoying
I’d like a little meaning in my life
I joined a food co-op
but it just meant working nights
I’d like to get a dog
But allergies overcome me these days
I thought about a fish
But I’d probably forget to feed it
I’d come home one day
And it’d be floating belly-up
Its big eyes staring at me
I can’t handle that responsibility
So I’ll just keep working
And go home each night to my fishbowl
It sounds depressing
Until you remember fish aren’t unhappy
Posted: October 17th, 2004 under Damek.

Comment from Michael
Time Tuesday, October 19, 2004 at 5:13 pm
My fish are very happy. Cruella, my dalmatian molly, keeps them all in line, but now that I have a few more barbs, they’re beginning to be able to take care of themselves. Cruella is none too happy, let me tell you. That bitch used to think that she was queen of the tank. But she’s been losing her power as I continue to stock the tank…