February 3, 2000
I'll pay you ten dollars plus expenses to do my laundry.
Willie B, a king amongst apes.

I have let things deteriorate to a point in the apartment that I'd even be ashamed for the exterminator to come in when we weren't there. Which is probably the case today. I wonder if the guy just comes in, does his job and leaves or does he make himself cozy in our little hovel? Does he go through my drawers? Sniff my panties? See, I can't hold any job that would require me to go into someone elses home without them there. I would go through their things without a second thought.

Maybe we should start hiding the bong when we leave, now that I think about it.

Number of days left until my review and subsequential raise; Your guess is as good as mine.

Number of days left until I get paid again; 12, god help me. If you see me on the corner, just chuck some spare change at my head.

Number of days left until Adam gets paid again; 1-2, my savior.

Number of days left until I lose it and start throwing sharp pins over the cube wall at Back Fat; Any day now, any day now.

Number of days left until I run a red river; YOU TELL ME. Really, maybe if you tell my body it should be sloughing now, it'll start.

Number of days I've entered into my journal thus far; 40

Number of days I've deleted by accident out of my journal; 5

Number of days that Scott hasn't updated; 8, damn it.

Number of days left since Chrissy has updated ; 2, I think.

Number of times I had to tell Adam I was too tired to romp last night; 4

Today's horoscope. Fitting. Today was the day I was given to update my goals and accomplishments for 1999 before my review. Apparently it's coming eariler than I thought. My stomach churns as the day grows near.


So my apartment lies in waiting for me to come home and make it shine again, to restore it to it's mediocre glory. I hate it I hate it I hate it ~ imagine me on the floor, banging my hands and feet against the industrial strength carpet and a snot bubble bursting out of my left nostril. That's how I feel. This has really turned into more of a stream of conciousness entry. Though I'm not apologizing.

I can't decide if I want to go visit with Connor or go home and tend to my wifely cleaning duties. I could make it fun. Loud music and sickly sweet bud. That way wouldn't accomplish much though. Aha, the best plan I've had all damned day! I can do absolutely nothing while thinking I'm being productive! Damn it. I have to just go and do it. Clean today, laundry tomorrow. Chop wood, carry water. Chop wood, carry water. Chop wood, carry water. Chop wood, carry water. Chop wood, carry water. Chop wood, carry water. Chop wood, carry water. Chop wood, carry water.

A King Amongst Apes

A staple in Atlanta history and culture has died. Don't laugh, because it's true for anyone who has ever been a child in Atlanta in the past 30 years. Willie B., a silverback gorilla that spent 37 of his 41 years in Zoo Atlanta. He was the first wild animal I ever layed my eyes on that wasn't flat on a screen. Huge, intimidating and incredibly gentle seeming at the same moment. Kept in a conrete cell with a television, a goddamned television, until 1988. I would like to hope that he remembered only the later half of his life, the part where he had a habitat built for him. Then, the moment when he sired the first baby gorilla born in Zoo Atlanta, spending the rest of his days surrounded by his mate and five children.

His beginnings in life are a tragedy, animals and zoos were never seen as the abombination that they were until we discovered the conditions decades ago. I cringe inside when I mentally place myself into that type of existence. Why, when life quality is raised, standards are kept, and life is beautiful for the animals in Zoo Atlanta, why do I only remember it's past treatment and storage of animals? Though even with all the strides taken, it's not what we are meant to do. We aren't meant to force innocent living creatures to live behind bars. Listen to me, I sound so PETA. I'm not an activist, I just happen to possess basic human kindness. We all do, there are those that are just blinded from seeing it for some reason or another.

I had just pulled into the BP when they announced that Willie B. had died in his sleep of complicated heart conditions. I sat in the car and cried for a bit before going into the store. I don't remember a time when he wasn't there. And although he played little to no role in my life, he's missed sorely.

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