Pain in the ass. Guess I can keep track of shit better with this thing than without it.
Yo Kitten. If ya bother to read this, I'm headin' into the city. For work. And fuck you if you laugh.
If Puppy wants to take care of his folks so damn bad, I'm gonna just have to do what I haveta do to take care of him. Even if I gotta work for some asshole lump of a human to do it. All there is to it.
Guess I'll start over at the market. See if his folks need anything. Can give me the stink eye all they want, not gonna stop me from taking care of whats important to the Puppy. See if there's any building going on, or a bar that needs some muscle or something.
Fucking hate the city. But it'll keep my ass occupied instead of sitting around here everyday like his goddamned dog waiting for him to come back.