cat-tharsis
Dear Jorunal Reader,
Pleaswe allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ducati Diego Parsons. I'm 1.5 yerrs old, and live in Indioo California (whatever the hell that means). I live w/ my mom and dad - all escape attempts to date have been unsucessful. I also have a brother, Dante, but he's a fuckin jerk so don't expect me to mention him much.
Please ignore any typing errors you see here. I'm not good w/ a keybnoard yet. And, y'know, paws...
Anyway, my first entry. Mom and dad came home from thier first anniversary in Scottsdale AZ. Ya know, at first, i was glad to see them leave (finally) but after 3 days w/ my hairy uncle, i'm glad they're back. Not that my uncle is a bad guy by any means. On the contrary, he's hardly ever there, and he sleeps more than me when he is. Thats my point tho; they leave the house w/ him in charge, and then that means me and my asshole brother are alone. Fuck, he chases me around so much...
Anyway, i heard them say they had a good time. Good for them. They've had a tough year, what with dad's car being stolen, mom's car getting totalled, mom having surgery, then going to the doctors all the time, moving from the apartment to the house, bla bla bla. And i know they needed it, because they've been fighting all the time lately. They came back all lovey-dovey (*yuck*), so i guess they had a good time. All i know is that mom's feet smelled SO good! I'm serious! I just kept sniffin her feet for like, an hour! it was great!
Anyway, i gotta go. Dante's going to the kitchen, probably to try and eat all my turkey and cheexe again. Gotta go defends my food... L8R!
PS> Shouts to my homie Garmichael, you're on my friends list noe. Yo, lemmie know if you see my real mom and dad around, k? Tell 'em i said hi.
Pleaswe allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ducati Diego Parsons. I'm 1.5 yerrs old, and live in Indioo California (whatever the hell that means). I live w/ my mom and dad - all escape attempts to date have been unsucessful. I also have a brother, Dante, but he's a fuckin jerk so don't expect me to mention him much.
Please ignore any typing errors you see here. I'm not good w/ a keybnoard yet. And, y'know, paws...
Anyway, my first entry. Mom and dad came home from thier first anniversary in Scottsdale AZ. Ya know, at first, i was glad to see them leave (finally) but after 3 days w/ my hairy uncle, i'm glad they're back. Not that my uncle is a bad guy by any means. On the contrary, he's hardly ever there, and he sleeps more than me when he is. Thats my point tho; they leave the house w/ him in charge, and then that means me and my asshole brother are alone. Fuck, he chases me around so much...
Anyway, i heard them say they had a good time. Good for them. They've had a tough year, what with dad's car being stolen, mom's car getting totalled, mom having surgery, then going to the doctors all the time, moving from the apartment to the house, bla bla bla. And i know they needed it, because they've been fighting all the time lately. They came back all lovey-dovey (*yuck*), so i guess they had a good time. All i know is that mom's feet smelled SO good! I'm serious! I just kept sniffin her feet for like, an hour! it was great!
Anyway, i gotta go. Dante's going to the kitchen, probably to try and eat all my turkey and cheexe again. Gotta go defends my food... L8R!
PS> Shouts to my homie Garmichael, you're on my friends list noe. Yo, lemmie know if you see my real mom and dad around, k? Tell 'em i said hi.