We interrupt this blog for a message from Taylor…..
Wut iz it wif stoopid hoomins? Yes, I knowz dat most iz a buncha french fries short of a Happy Meal, but I just don’t getz it. Take 4 example da crazy cat hoomin I liv wif.
Pweeeeeze take her!
Her just aint the sharpest knife in the drawer, ya knowz?
For 7 hours straight I tryz to giv her luv and fection cuz ya gotta keep ur hoomin happy if ya want ur nom bowl filled on time. An ifan I get inpatientz and eat da ugly birds she getz psychoz n stuffz.
But seemz her don’t want mi luv and fection when she iz workin, cuz her howlz “TAWWOR” like a banchee ever time I knock her stufz down so her can look and seez how purdy I iz.
So I decidz to go nap or sumfin.
Den her startz danglin stuffs in my face lik im a stoopid dawg or sumfin.
I ignorz her tinkin her will go awayz.
But no her haz to keep it up. Buggin me.
Sighz, I needz a normal hoomin pweazzzze.
A New Journey Day Eleven