KITTEN THEFT.

KWEEEN aunty vesna picked me up from work TO FIX LIKE AN OLD BICYCLE. and to her new apartment we went. ABOVE A CANDY SHOPPE. its fancy . and deliciously old and COZY feeeling. she TOOKETH CARE OF MEAND rubbbde olive oil into my hair. she said it was a disgrace . the dry mess that is my MANE. she fed me well and gave me hot hot chocolate. after which i curled up and fell asleep like an exhausted little baby beast. was spposed to hang with carl and his scotch but cant. i cant focus on the sad. im so o o saddened out. cant be in sad company. going for comedies on tuesday and girldate with my new friend on wednesday. bubblegum pink please. i cant stand it anymore. THE COLOUR OF YOUR VOICE IS PAINTED IN MY HEAD PERMANENTLY . tomorrow i goldie luxx till the geease come home. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ps ps ps psss. boys just confess to me. all the things they hate about their girlfriends. stop. i dont like indeficiencies in people. tell me only the GOOD. only the goood the GOODS. BROKEN but good. you know. kisses and lollipops.