HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU-OU! HAPPY BRITHDAY TO YOU!
Bet you are all wondering who I am singing Happy Birthday to? You'll never guess!
My CAT!!!!
Edgar Allan Poe the III-apparently there is an"Edgar Allan Poe the II" already. He is an actor- will be turning 7 tomorrow. That is 49 in cat years! That's the longest I've ever had a pet, before it died or was run over or we had to give it away! Well, excluding the budgie. She's really a charming thing, but I love Poe more. He's a kitty. So anyway, I love him to bits and he is the cutest cat ever.
By the way, Tyler, I hope you finally took the dead gecko out of the cage. It scared me.
Tomorrow I have to pick up some flowers at the shop for my mom. I think I will enjoy it. It will be ever so quaint, walking in there in my new fuku and my little black shoes, buying something homely and innocent. It makes me want to go to a little town where everyone knows everyone else, like the one I where I lived in Scotland, and buy flowers. Except not, because sometime soon I want to go rollerblading, and that is not a good idea on a quiet country dirt path. Especially for me. I can't rollerblade well. At all. I will learn!!!
Must...work..on...comic! Mua, Jack is a total perv.