Rob and I stopped off at PetCo last night to pick up some cat food. For the heck of it we checked out the small mammals area to try and see if Zippy really is a mouse or if he's a rat. Looks like he's a small to medium sized rat. Hrm. I guess when it's late and night and Rob and I are sleep deprived we will now need to sing Z-Z-I-P-P-Y F-O-U-S-E!!! Fouse = fake mouse = rat. Can you tell I'm currently a little sleep deprived and in a weird mood? I knew you could!

Anyway, I have come to the terms with the fact that I have no life. I live at school. And when I'm not at school I'm doing school work at home. The highlight of my days is the balcony zoo. And no matter how often I beg, no one will shoot me. *le sigh*

Speaking of weird things (hey, Zzippy Fouse is weird, right - RIGHT???), I thought this was a little on the bizarre side. Being Bobert was weird. Being a hairy toe is just plain scary. Maybe I can run away and make my living as a hairy toe named Bobert. *shrug*

By the way, the link on this quiz is wrong. Clicking on it will take you to the correct page, but the test isn't the "whimsy character" one. That's yesterday's. The test is the "Allison's Object of Affection" one.

I am the hairy toe! Yes, yes I am. Find your whimsy character at kelly.moranweb.com.

You are a toe. And you are hairy. Though you think highly of your (in your opinion) beautiful hair, nobody else seems to agree with you. Some may even be slightly grossed out. But that's okay. You don't need them; they're the ones who need you. What if you were to fall off, or simply leave? It'd probably make walking for them a little odd. They might even walk funny at first. You should demand some positive attention before you refuse to slave for them anymore.