Curly's Funeral: March 4, 1990

March 4, 1990
 Rating 69%

Today was an okay day. I brought my tennis racket to church. We were playing racquetball and I won the most games. I accidentally roofed Wes's basketball. Robby is going to pay Wes back and then I will pay Robby back next Sunday. Today we buried Curly. I was sad because it was the last time I would see him. I loved him very much. As I sign off I would like to leave you with this question, God. Why? Why did Curly have to die? Good Bye!

March 3, 1990

March 3, 1990
Rating 100%

I am so glad Lindy and I like each other. We're a perfect couple. I would like to describe Eric. He is very understanding. He is also good at sports. Eric is also smart. I think he and me are great friends.. I hate Johnny's guts. He is such a jerk! He thinks he is so cool just because he is from South Philly. He tries acting like he is my boss. F*** you, Johnny! Good Bye!

February 28, 1990

TOO UPSET OVER CURLY!!!!!

February 27, 1990

The day after Curly's passing I started to come to terms with it all....I remember my parents put Curly in a shoebox in the garage until the funeral (yes, we had a funeral) and I couldn't help but go out there and visit him. It was a tough day. At school, I got mad at a kid and pushed him on the playground because he made fun of Curly (that's the mention of Blake in the diary entry)....

Note that the rating was still very low - 39% - for the day.

February 27, 1990
Rating 39%

Today was a little better than yesterday. I visited Curly's corpse. He was a hard as a rock and cold. I think I feel a little better about it because Curly was put out of his suffering. I got pretty upset at Blake for what he said. I was just mad about Curly. I have to apologize to Blake tommorrow. Good Bye!

The only 0% day ever: February 26, 1990

So a little background is definitely warranted with this post. In about 3rd grade, my sister and I adopted two guinea pigs from our cousins....Curly and Snuggles. Curly belonged to me - and he was my pal. I woke up to him every morning and played with him every night before bed. Curly was not one of those pets that I got and then forgot about. Curly and I had a bond like no other - I gave him all the lettuce and celery a guinea pig could want....Then one night, Curly fell ill. I remember feeding him medicine through an eye dropper because I knew something was wrong. I woke up the next morning hoping Curly would be all better, but he was even worse. I went to school and I remember coming home and my mom telling me Curly had died.

I did not take it well. So even though in a way this post is definitely funny, it goes to show you how attached a child can become to a pet, and yes, even a guinea pig. Of course, as you can see, in my own typical way, I took the drama to new levels....

*I'm very sorry if any of the language offends anyone. I cleaned it up as much as I could!

February 26, 1990
Rating 00%

Today was the worst day of my whole entire life. Curly died. I'm am so upset. I have just one thing to say to God. Why did you have to f-----g, g--- dam, son of a b----h have to make Curly die? He never did a thing wrong.  Is that the way God operates? The people who are good just die? It's like out with the old in with the new.  I hated today. Good Bye!!