:(

thank you, daddy.
i feel a little better.

i'm sick.

mommy thinks i might die.
she might be over reacting, but who knows.

mommy says she needs to hire someone to clean my cage because she doesn't have it in her to do it anymore.

she wont play.

she wont clean.

she's just sad all the time.

once a week. just clean me. play with me. and call it a day.

anyone?

my journal is now going to be friends only.

if you are not my friend, then you should have poop thrown in your eye.