zarina

I am hungry and there is nothing to eat. My step-bitch is cleaning out the kitchen because of the ant problem, and won't let me fry some eggs for myself. And where I live, at my foster mom's, we have no means to fry eggs.

And the bastards at the bar downstairs kept me up all night.
fuckers! fuck them all!

oh, yeah, but the good news is that I looked at appartments today and may have found one. My father doesn't like it as much as I do, but he hasn't seen any of the others that I have looked at.

ha, your cat's a lampshade.