Tuesday, 5 November 2013
10:26:57 PM (GMT)
I need a refuge, a place to dwell while she's gone at work. She don't want me
contacting anybody. But I need contact.
I am so so lonely
I have a suspicion that she isn't gone all day. You ever have that feeling that
somebody is watching you? Maybe it isn't her that's watching me. Maybe it's Jaret, my
hyper bubbly friend, or Oliver, who's kind of crazy in the you-know-what. He don't
talk much, but he's pretty bloodthirsty.
It's also really cold in here, so maybe I should put some clothes on. But she likes
me so much better without them on
I just want her to come home
I like to think that she's really near here, actually watching me
I miss my kitty
I want to go get a banana, but then the others will see me nakid.