A calico dream...
Well this weekend has been blah. Last night I spilled white paint all over my grey carpet. Got it on the green to. Aaaahhhh! I was going to get the grey replaced anyway, but it still pisses me off. Shampood it 5 times, there's still a little in there though, going to try again today. It got all over my scarfs and book bag. Then on my favorite tee (pulls hair). I have to get my film developed tomorrow. It's a miscellaneous roll of film, I have no idea as to what's on it. Hopefully it will be worth my money. Last night madeline and I fucked with a bunch of pedophiles online. They are so retarded. Most of them are over 35. AND INTERESTED IN LITTLE GIRLS!!!! What is fucking up with that? One asked madeline if she would come and live with him, be his "daughter". She is trying to get him to send her money. We had some fun. If all our men follow this horrific epidemic, we will have none left to us. Shitfaces. It's completely immoral. Anyways, I might be getting a new bag. The one I've always wanted, it's huge. It's like a bottomless pit. I could (exageration) fit a car in it. Scarling is still alive, therefore I have something to live for. She's so cute......and curious. Last night she got under the nightstand in the bathroom and was sniffing everything. I will take her outside if it watms up, it's been raining. That's Oregon for you. Wouldn't have it any other way. I think I should take a shower and do laundry. Peace love and peanut butter.