Carpet Bomb

[anticrackmonkey]

So I was reading some older anticrackmonkey entries.

I've come to this conclusion: I am always jealous of myself three years in the past.

I'm even writing like I used to back then RIGHT NOW. What a copycat.

I flea bombed my room yesterday.

The three fleas that survived have mutated into Mega Fleas.

So now instead of little tickles, I now have red (bloody?) welts that itch like shit.

For some reason, I miss Natalie.

Hi Mom!