Je n'arrive pas à croire que La Presse annule leur édition du dimanche.
I guess it doesn't really matter, as long as I have my cat.
Good hiding place, baby.
Never close enough.
My father's (fat) cat and my brother's (retarded) kitten.
Best friends.
Got a new pool.
Headless retard who doesn't know her own cellphone number.
Hey, it's not like I call myself everyday, okay.
God, was I bored.
This tongue will get pierced one day, or so was I told.
SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS.
Really can't smile properly, geez.