I live with my cat, and I have a plant, and I have a lover, and I have lovely hot bitches, we eat a lot. And sometimes we fight but most of the time we laugh.
I am happy and sometimes I think it won't last, so I don't write about it. But I have yellow painting running through me every day.
Sometimes I get red, most of the time orange but all the time is yellow.
My life is yellow.
I went to the ophthalmologist and he dropped a liquid in my eyes, I started to cry yellow tears that's when I knew I was yellow inside as much I am outside.
Today is sunny like my life.
Yesterday I stole a book and today I bought a painting for 50 cents. The paint looks like me when I was a child, blonde hair and crying eyes. It's a creepy painting, but so am I.
Happy birthday sister ~~~