I'm not always at home, and not that they allow pit bulls in a condo.
Fashionably I could say having pets make me look like Paris Hilton, but stuffing that big agenda into my pocket would dismiss any suggestion that I'm actually over you and I care when you name your pets my name (but still. Damn it, Captain!).
Why why why why why why.
Do you still think of me?
Godzillion years has passed between us.
And it should remain dead.
You're a master in pulling the strings to my emotions.
But I'm no slave of yours, and I will not pull it back.
So there goes cute litter boxes. Ha!
