The life of my satanic, yet horribly adorable gerbil is complex when compared to other small rodents. Most people would consider that a rediculous thing to say, but it is true. The life of ManBearPig...

She started her short life in a glass box at Petsmart, doing what all small creatures do before they are purchased, running around and running on the wheel and running in general. Until she was bought by a former friend of mine. She spent her early days with her in a glass aquarium, rarely getting fed and getting little care. Then my friend Devan kidnapped her, and brought her to my house. I worked at Petsmart at the time so i stocked up on supplies. She got a shiny new cage, new bedding, food, toys, chewy things, and spent those days annoying me while i slept.

She spent her time chewing up her cage and attacking my hand at random. Fucking adorable. Until one morning, at 3AM, she managed to get out of her cage, and spent some time exploring my room. Hopping around under and behind everything, chewing random things, until she managed to wake me up and gave me an hour of frustration trying to catch her. I'm guessing she very much enjoyed herself.

I got her a new cage at one point. An awesome double decker cage. she had an insane amount of fun chewy every peice of plastic inside that thing into nothing but a pile of shavings. I'm sure she also took great joy in making as much noise as possible as i try and sleep. She was better at torturing people than vietnamese insurgants.

The lasy days of her abnormally long life were spent in a comfortable little burrow, devouring the food i gave her and tearing up toilet paper tubes. as many tubes as i could provide. I wake up to no noise, the day goes by with no noise, and at about 9 i think it was, i discover her dead.

She was plump, she was sassy, and most of all, she was the most adorable incarnation of satan to ever exist. I miss her already.

aparently i'm not allowed to sleep in my own house, especially when i'm sick. Lets break it down...

Try to go to bed at 10:30, it takes me 1 hour to fall asleep.

I get woken up at 12:00. it takes me an hour and a half to fall asleep.

I get woken up at 3:30. i've had 2.5 of sleep. every time i try to go back to sleep i get woken up by my roommates to help them with something. I try and resist, they get pissy and say "you dont sleep, so you need to now?". How do people not realize when sick you need to sleep to get better? fuck i'm getting sick of this. I need fuckin sleep. Just because i wake up at 7 every morning doesn't mean i dont need sleep. I think I will mkae a new rule, everytime you wake me up you get punched in the face twice. after a few times i think they would learn to leave me the fuck alone while i'm sleeping, especially if i'm sick.