The Fish In My Life

As many (all 3) of you suspect (already know), I do have a certain fish in my life. His name is the Giant, and he is that wicked piece of tail up top.

Unfortunately, we're going through a rough patch right now. Mostly because I keep calling him The Venus De Milo, which was my LAST fishes name. I know, awkwerrrrrd. Milos full name was The-Venus-de-Milo-Inspires-Me, which is probably the best line ever written for a serial killer with a lisp on *Law and Order: SVU. He was only with me for a few hours before he returned to the Great Sea Beyond via the Magical Toilet Flow.

Milo and I had something special. I fell in love with his devil-may-care way of swimming around the tank, but soon the strokes became willy-nilly, then upside-downey. I was devastated.

The Giant just can't understand that he was special to me. And he is also bitter because, honestly, his name just isn't as cool. You can thank cute/demon for that.

So now he is being short with me since I called him Milo, and I keep telling him I won't clean his tank if he gives me any sass. I swear. He'd rather swim around in filth than get over himself.

beta fish. can't live with 'em...... right girls?



heres a pic of milo.
he was a minimalist.



*In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these viscious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the special victims unit. These are their stories. DUN DUN.

ALL FROM MEMORY, BABY