okay.

my mother has a million reasons for why she fell asleep on the coach last night, every night, but all of them seem to be insistent that it has nothing to do with my father. thats funny.

i found the best part of town today. when i *cough* went to study at the library. the sunset is microtiny with a gazillion rays sprouting from it, from there. (when your high as balls)

me and my brother have these dreams in common that our (now decest)(sp WOW WTF) pet hamsters have shrunk into tiny balls and well in mine they climb up the chimney and fountain from the top and i haveto run outside to capture them, but their tiney and theyre so hard to find
i used to wake up thinking i had fallen asleep with my hamster and look for him and after like 10 minutes i would realize i was only dreming that and go back to sleep feeling like a crazy person

we used to let my hamster sit in the living room. he would curl up in a little ball and sleep. maybe he was scared, i never thought about that. he would just freeze and not move.
then one day i came back from the kitchen and he had rolled over. i knew he was about to die, my mom didnt think so and she kept picking him up and moving him, i told her osmething was def wrong. he normally wasnt that bad. i yelled for my brother and sat on the coach with him on my tummy. he liked doing that. i would always read or draw with him there. but then i said i thought he was gonig to die. and i saw him breathe his last lil hamster breath.
all animals LOVE whipcream.