Those fucking butterflies refuse to die! Instead they're fucking mutating, growing into even larger vicious creatures! I can't fucking believe we're being conspired against by fucking insects!!!! They're fucking satanic evil fuckers... although I'm sort of grateful because they scared off the children that used to trample all over my tulips...
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Um........ Glorfie was bored and the butterflies pissed us off, so he made my Trading Card. So.... LOOK!!!! I HAVE A TRADING CARD!!! Ok...now..... I'm going to bake a cake!!!
I go outside to water my nice pretty flowers and what happens...one butterfly gently flies across my lovely flower arrangement. Problem? No, not really. But then another one popped up...and another.... and another
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So Glorfie decides to leave me cuffed to Claude. Listening to him recite poetry the first few hours was okay, after the fourth hour it began to wear on me. By the fifth, he had to be destroyed. Then there's the damn molestations that never fucking end. The last straw was Bjork. I could handle poetry, the molestations ...but not Bjork. I'm sorry, it
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Going to say goodbye to Mom. I'm really going to miss her, we've bonded so well during our months together...in all that time she hasn't treated me like a complete idiot as is the custom with some people. Even at my most stupid points she never criticized me or told me I was actually stupid, she usually just made lame excuses and
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It started off with the geese wallpaper that was a fucking subtle attack. Then the hobbits claiming the bathroom as their mating room.... the video camera I found hidden between my bookshelf and corner wall....the cabinets that don't match with the stove...and then having the muns claim the most vital things. It's all part of the conspiracy
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