Hammy And Poo

So the plan is, two hamsters. Now, we talked about it, and I think at one point in the day, we both decided one each was enough. But you know? Then I wouldn't get to name one Hammy, and the other Poo. I think it's necessary. Now that I have my mind set on it, there really is no turning back. That, and a generous donation from a loving aunt/godmother has made that possible.
It is time, however, to search for a summer job. I must apply at the following places:

1. ALL the law offices in Peterborough - at least, all the ones I can find. Why not, right? I have some administrative capabilities and so forth. And there's just a chance, a wee little chance, that one of them might not have a hope in hell of a more qualified applicant.
2. Pet Valu and that sexy new pet store uptown. I LOVE pet stores. I could SO EASILY amuse myself being there with all the wee creatures of the world. I would SO implement a stricter rodent sex division standard. I don't even care. There's no excuse for that. You know, as lucky as Tom was to come to a home well equipped to deal with surprise bonus hamsters, I'm sure many a home gets the momma all stressed and then all those little babies get sick and then...well then it's not a good scene. And I think that's the only sort of retail I could really deal with. Well, aside from...
3. Home Depot. Unti works there and is held in high esteem, so she might act as a referral. That IS how these things work, for the most part. And it seems like a swell environ, really. And if I'm taking summer school, which I am, I'd really be okay with more physical, less intellectual stuff. Plus, I would love to learn all about that gadgetry and gunk.

In other news, I just had the most lovely of weekends with the most loveliest of girls. I feel stronger every day in my determination to be all that I can be, and to dream of what we will be together, soon. Right now, we are at war - we are temporarily apart in order to fight the good fight. And when the war is won, which it will be, we'll return to each other. I have to keep making pretty metaphors, because it hurts to be apart from her so much. We are the mythical soul mates. We are the fairy tale. I know this more than I know my name some days. I love her most of all, she is the only one who'll ever know me. Love love love.

Anywho, that's the word. Tata for now!