i forgot i started a blog

I totally forgot I started a blog like a year ago. Hilarious! Fortunately I only have 1 follower on here so I only have to apologize to mr. kyle suess about my absence. You know it's pretty hard to keep up with 2012; Hipstagram, Tweeter, Facialbook, Tumblr (no witty name change for Tumblr sorry about that). Seriously 2012 is ruining my life. Social media is like the biggest deal. Who am I without my twitter account? What exactly is @hunterjamesisbetter all about? Who knows who cares (2points).

Here is a brief story to help me remember how to write:

So we had a rat in our house, The Orange House that is. Yes HAD. I would see him on occasion and was never really frightened more excited if you will. I named him Mr. Finkles for no reason at all it just seemed fitting. Unbeknownst to me a few of my roommates set out some rat traps. I understand that rats carry disease and nasty-ness and are probably not a good thing to have in your house but rat traps? slightly inhumane. Any how me and Mr. Finkles formed a bond. He was cute and had a super long tail i thought was adorable until one unforgettable day at The Orange House.

I'm walking through the laundry room out the door to the back yard because I really needed to show Isaac this super chic tumblr blog i found about bunny rabbits and noticed this sticky brownish/red trail on the ground. "hhhmmm?:" I think. I continue to walk outside and there lying on the ground already covered in ants is Mr. Finkles. I was devastated. Apparently the boys had set up a trap in the laundry room and Mr. Finkles had wriggled free from aforementioned trap. He thought he was escaping to freedom, unfortunately freedom happened to be death only 8 feet away from the trap in a pool of blood. His poor little mangled body lay on my patio :( I felt so hopeless. Mr. Finkles and I had become friends. Who would eat the crumbs on the floor? Who would watch movies with me from under the couch?.... I think I may have some serious codependency issues.

I know his death was inevitable but it was awful. The following is a short poem in honor of Mr. Finkles:

I love the way your tail looked as you ran down the stairs
You were never ashamed to steel food from our floor as we staired

I love the way you scared Isaac
It was well timed and priceless

Oh Mr. Finkles I know you are in heaven
Eating a wheel of cheese with all your affection

I'm sorry your death was so painful
It wasn't my fault that trap looked playful

Rest in peace little rodent friend
It's only "see you later" not quite "the end"



i need serious help
hunterjames