Spent the morning singing songs to myself. There is no strawberry jam to be found. Flakes of paint and tracing icing hearts. Shiny happy people playing. I think I am playing mindgames on the poor sod. Lingering pity.
I wonder where my cats are. They must be pretty big by now. I wanted for them to be fat but I don't think that's worked out.
Using male cologne. They're always so much better than the female ones. "If I see I'm breaking, don't let it show." Sing songs for myself. Eventually that's all I have. I seem to have given up on Person after that one somewhat alienating talk. Well better sooner than later.
Zorran's Guitar Riff.
Talented oaf that he is.