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so yesterday I went to Meijers, and in the pet department they had fish. and they had bettas. and every time I see them I always feel so bad, because pet stores keep them in these really tiny bowls/cups maybe the size of two fists, tops. there was a whole row of them and they looked so sad.


so I bought one.


his name is Harold.





he lives with a plant, which was, typically, my mother's idea.


I got a better look at my hair, and apparently I didn't kill it as badly as I thought last night...


( so yeah. )

and that's all.