These people are mean to me.
They're making me sleep in cat camp. Let me describe cat camp to you.
It's a garage.
They're making me sleep in the garage. Thats where they put the cats when they have a party. And by they I mean Lynndas three roomates. I have to watch them eat steak and lobster and shrabster.
All I get is raw flour. I have to make my own bread.
But they have a centipede game!
Or so I hear. I haven't seen it yet, I can only hear it from pressing my ear to the crack under the door. Which is where I can sometimes smell the food.
Yay. I can't wait to stay longer.
Sunday, May. 08, 2005 5:15 P.M.
on the itunes: Nothing, but I think Lynnda just burped or something.
on the itunes: Nothing, but I think Lynnda just burped or something.