Saturday, February 7, 2009 Cage cleaner
Posted by Deimi Brigitte at 12:18 PM
I was already awake but I couldn't get up, so I just daydreamed. I had to clean Baloney's cage, smelling kinda rank. So I pushed myself to get up and cleaned it. Afterwards, putting him back into the cage. He always feels new right after I clean it, because his scent would be washed off so he would have to do it all again. I always turn out drenched after cleaning the cage, I didn't turn the switch into sink "mode" or something like that. So when I turned it on, ... the shower turned on and got me all wet... damn fudgecakewithcherry. I was alone so I mumbled to myself angrily.

My brother disappeared, mom and dad went grocery shopping. Sister was at the hall using her laptop. I don't know about you guys, but I still miss camp. It's unforgettable, really. Its depressing when you know its over and wouldn't happen again. Oh and what's with the old people around here? They're always so grumpy, aren't oldies suppose to be nice and heartly? Here, grannies would just bump you and not apologize. Grandads would mumble bad words if we happen to be on their way. No cookies made with love, I guess.
Valentine's Day is coming. Love birds would be flocking and I guess I'll be celebrating it single again. Ah, who gives. I got my bestfriends! We could stay over for a movie marathon and eat tubs of ice cream or any comfort food and we would watch comedy to laugh our sorrows away. Uh... writer's block.