the worst thing about coming out of a depression is looking at what a twat youve made of yourself DURING the depression lol
that doesnt mean that anything that ive written here during that time isnt true, just that a lot of it isnt true NOW when i have my sense of balance back, or perhaps not true to the degree that it felt at the time
lol in fact i got told by a friend that i kinda lost it...........i wouldnt go that far but i have to say i was pretty...........unbalanced..........in my outlook
on the upside, went out petshop browsing a couple of days ago, with the same friend who is, quite frankly, a rat whore lol, which he freely admits, and found a lovely lil agouti hooded boy who now glories in the name Bean Sidhe (banshee)..............lol even so i couldnt keep up with mr rat hoarder extrodinaire who came out of it with TWO boys and then accquired another one the day after ROFL......have to admit tho, he was good enough to let me have the agouti boy who he knew i wanted. That said, he DOES have 2 gooties already himself lol, but it was nice of him to buy him for me, even tho the comment about "well ill buy him so you dont compromise your morals" DEF gave the other customer in the shop something to think about LOL
so i now have a nice little group of youngsters in my boys cage, Shade and Sable, the two black berks, Folly the black hooded, and Bean Sidhe the gootie hooded :)
nothing like new ratties to get you outta a funk......now all i have to do is find time and space to take some pics of them