Dear Diary
December 9, 2003Fuck.
Where the fuck am I?
Diary, I am royally, totally, unarguably, majestically, colossally, cosmically, fundamentally screwed. I am lost. I've been up and down these streets for a week. None of these lawns look like my Master's. I can't even detect a hint of his scent.
My god. I had to lick a pizza box last night. How the mighty have fallen. I slept under a vent last night. I woke up and there was a raccoon next to me. Those asshole raccoons stink.
I was out for a walk in the park with Master and then I saw a squirrel and then... that's it. That is all I can remember.
I really fucked myself hardcore this time.
Rover
| Posted by vinny9 on December 9, 2003 with category tags of Weblog |
Written by vinny9
| montrealimprov.com Alive, for now. |
|
|
| Ethel the Aardvark goes Quantity Surveying.[quote database] |
| Lux Alliance Diplomacy Game Lux Risk Game Meowzers Action Cats Mission Me app Turtoa Global Rhythm |
Hey You! Subscribe to
vinny9's RSS feed.
Or get wider opinion in the Vorg All Author feed.
Members login here.
© Vorg Group.