I am grudgingly writing this post post because I’m sick of looking at my messy ass apartment. Also I’m sick and tired of what I think is the same crow taunting my poor cat Billie all he wants to do is taunt the poor cute squirrels.

On that note, if I look past the tree I can see that there is an accident on the freeway across the street from me. Some call freeways; highways but I call them freeways. I just hope everyone is okay in the accident.

Now, I am hear a crinkly sound. It’s my cat Billie with his he in my bag of Lays Bar-Be-Que Chips. For some reason he loves only this brand and flavor of chips. I got one weird ass cat name Billie. I do love him so much.