WHAT THE HELL
HAPPENED?
i woke up and my guinea pig was screaming about some shit that i did NOT understand. he was covered in blood i think--do guinea pigs have blood? WHAT ARE THEY?!!?

i dont think i'm guinea pig after all.

I took a nap today with my guinea pig. i named him after myself, it's the only name i've ever heard. and sometimes he reminds me of myself.
we both are guinea pigs.

these are tootsie roll pops.

my guinea pig only eats giant potatoes. life is hard. life doesn't throw you many giant potatoes. get a helmet.

im a lesbian mom.

There are lollipops. Everywhere. I don’t even like lollipops, but I like the fucking idea of them.
YOUKNOWWHATIMEARN?

I encountered a man sized guinea pig. I haven't thought of a name yet.
My father would not approve.

Oh, GOD. i'm trapped in this giant maze. I think it's made out of--
WHAT WAS THAT?
HELLO!?

"You look like the Hamburglar!"

"If i were a miner, i would strip mine you."

"You know, my did is Captain Crunch. He used to beat me. Do you like that? Does that?"

The monster in CLOVERFIELD turned out to be the vomit that came out of me while watching it.