GIP
Marcus is bored. And playing with the camera and photo editing software. Who wants to guess where I am? No? Okay, whatever.
So, Alisha (housekeeper for those of you playing at home and can't keep up with the important details of my life) actually went and asked the lame-o question of "how does it feel to be nineteen?" Gee...I feel so much older and wiser than I did a handful of days ago. Lemme go sign up for the AARP. Seriously, why do people do that? Though I did almost snort Cheerios when she asked Da if he felt old now.
DO YOU, DA? DO YOU FEEL OLD? HOW OLD DO YOU FEEL, EXACTLY?
It's a good thing that I know he won't ever actually kill me for this stuff. :D
I have an orange kitten now. It's Chuck's but she's keeping it here which means I have an orange ball of fur that thinks it needs to sleep in my room at night. I wanted to take it all the way up to the roof and drop it over the side at about three a.m. though. Sitting outside my room and whining like I don't even know what. I'm not sleeping with a cat. Bagel can get over it, yesterday.
Bagel and Fruitloop...I just realized that. Breakfast at my house is furry and alive.
And on that note, I'm going to find food again. HUNGRY OM NOM NOM.