HORSE

just went on a cleaning rampage and essentially attacked my room,
which is probably a good thing, considering the fact that it hadn't been cleaned in,
oh, y'know, like
a month.

jesus.

how often are you supposed to clean fish bowls?
i'm at a loss.

i have a really bad feeling i'm going to kill janet templeton.
my fish, that is.
ah.

"so i'm told you have a scat fetish."

uh?

scat like scatman john?
yes please.

scat like shit?
naaat sew much.

stop texting me.