Cage Rage

I want to start by saying that SITS is pretty rad and thank you to all the kind peeps that showed me some comment love. Yeah so I get home yesterday and my internet is so shut down – the cable company put the smack down, damn it. I freak out and then go put in applications at a few places and then I went and sat at the freaking job depot – well that’s not what it’s called but I like that name better. After waiting and waiting and then getting told to come back tomorrow it’s time to go pick up the monkey. I call him my monkey because I don’t want to reveal his true identity because he is like Spiderman just little - but it’s kind of funny because my biggest fear is monkeys – not just any monkeys though only the ones in cages. I think it’s because when I was really little my parents took me to some place where we were in the cage and the monkeys were all free around us and It was all like planet of the apes and now I get a panic attack when I drive by the zoo. Seriously though the monkeys at the zoo or any caged monkeys are probably suffering from what I call cage rage and at any time could be planning a monkey revolt. Please everyone be careful! So anyway I go and pick up little spidey from his girlfriends house – by girlfriend I mean the girl that is his friend because they are both 4 and a little young for romance and they argue like married old people.