On Sunday the 22nd of July, I got some guinea pigs. I got two males named Rick (a white one who’s more on the timid side) and Morty (a fat brown one that’s currently being really grumpy).
As childish or as stupid as “I’ve got magical powers” sounds, I’m thinking it’s true to an extent. This is coming from a teenager whose beliefs of Santa and the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny have long been abandoned. It’s not as amazing as levitation: if I really, really want something to happen, it… Continue Reading