Me and Faulkner. haaay
wow, Daisy-cat. I know we live together and all, but I had no idea you were so cultured.
Lorna! give me some credit, I love literature. Though I do prefer classical Greek epics more. If I wasn’t blind and half retarded I would have an adventurous life just like Homer.
Me and Faulkner. haaay
aw, the good ole’ days, before i lived with Ron Calvin
well everyone, I have an announcement to make.
I, daisy-cat champagne, am a rape survivor. Last week tom-cat Ron Calvin broke into my house, raped me, and tried to kill me. I am furious with mommy and uncle yossi, they were supposed to be my guardians! however, ma mere did dive deep into struggling mass of fur, claws, and rage and broke Ron Calvin off of me before any long lasting damage was done.
I am traumatized. I can’t eat, i can’t sleep, I can’t play with crinkle mouse. All I can do is sit under Lane’s hideous chair and hiss at peoples feet. Oh cruel world, why me?
I DRANK MOMMIE’S WHISKEY
TEHEHE
My bitch of a mom gave me guava paste, so I turned my nose up at it, and proceeded to raid the fridge.
This is my boyfriend. His name is Boris. He’s hawwwwttttt!
Just some glamour shots my mom took.
Sometimes when I think reaaaaalll hard, I get crosseyed.
