Day 1820

Shipwreck

Come in yesterday, crucial mistake.

It was out doing whatevere the fuck It does all day, Stoney was sleeping (sleep all day, smoke all night), so It was-naturally-involved in covering every fucking square inch of the bedroom in crap. Where was It? In-literally-Its closet looking for...shoes. Yep, It has no clue where anything It owns is located. So, naturally, It must create maximum havoc, getting in everyone's way, because It is-literally-a shipwreck. and of course, It tries turning it around to get angry at one and all. Fucking useless human. Does nothing all day, nothing all week. Its life is involved in finding one bullshit hobby after another to fill Its time with empty busywork.

And after all this crap, where is all the crap-piled up OUTSIDE the closet-blocking the window. A total fucking pig.

Really motivates 'ya don't it? Ahhhh home.

Ran, got my miles, the spin. Fuck it, I'm ok!