revenge of mickey...
Dear Mouse.
Fuck you.
Fuck you for stealing my avocado.
Fuck you for living behind, and possibly in, my couch.
Fuck you for shitting on my lamp.
Fuck you for leaving avocado peels so that not only do you live behind my couch, but also a smorgasbord of ants built an avacado mansion.
Fuck you for me stepping on a piece of glass today, and fuck you for making my foot feel like hell.
Fuck you for making me leave little blood foot prints all over my room as i hobbled in vain to find my bandaids and some bactine.
Fuck you for having the pompons wake me up too early today ('cause I know it's your fault)
and especially FUCK you for all this stupid, lame ass, stress-attack-inducing shit with the fucking car accident STILL GOING ON.
Oh, and fuck you for my parents dating. Don't deny that you're behind it all. Nazi bastard.
I'm going to bed. Mouse, if you figure out a way to climb into my loft, please, by all means do me the favor of knawing my face with your disgusting, rotten little rodent teeth. 'Cause that would make me feel better.