Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Meet Beth:


She's elusive. She's a little camera shy. She's sort of a bitch. I think we're going to make a great team.

She's my I Fucking Hate Shopping For Patio Furniture Fish. ("IFHSFPFF").

Please don't die, Beth.

10 comments:

The Enabler said...

Grace,

Dear. You know I love you. But please stop. Do it for the fish...es...

PETA is getting pissed. Maybe you should consider getting a cactus...

Sarah said...

Okay. I've raised fish all my life. They can live a really really really long time. Tell me what the hell you're doing to the poor bastards and I can help you.

Anonymous said...

take those fuckin rocks out of that bowl.feed it fried chicken and cold vodka (for you) and if your fish still dies, you can always wrap it in seed for some fresh sushi...

Anonymous said...

** i meant seaweed***

Grace said...

OK. So apparently Sandi's demise was not entirely my fault. When I went to the pet store, I told them I wanted a fish that was suitable for a bowl. The girl recommended Sandi. Apparently, the girl was an idiot, and Sandi was not the right choice. Now my new fish is a Betta. Whatever the fuck that means. I think she's got some staying power.

Anonymous said...

Is buying a pet fish cheaper than a piece of restaurant sushi?

Fannie said...

this reminds me, we really should get sushit soon...

Anonymous said...

im telling you goldfish is delicious with some wasabi!

Beth said...

You named your fish after me? I am honored! LOL. Kidding. Unless you did....am i becoming as paranoid as my boyfriend! Miss you! let's hang soon.

Grace said...

Beth,

I admit it. At first I did not name the fish after you. But now. Well...I wish I did, because I MISS you. So I'm changing the story. My fish is named after Beth. Which Beth, one might ask? The Beth with the I HEART RICO shirt. The fish is sexy. Just like you. You are totally going to cheat on your boyfriend with me some day. Be warned.