i don’t know what i am eating but i am eating it anyway. it’s like the inside of some chicken vegetable thing and it had tinfoil on it and so i heated it up to the temperature of a volcano and something tells me there was some sort of pastry on it but that was eaten already so i am eating the inside because i am poor.

dr. phil is on in the other room and no one is watching him. i hate that douchebag. it’s a valentine’s show i think. they are doing this mystery date thing and one guy is speaking one of his “sexy” languages and he has a shitty haircut and i hope she goes for him instead of the two other hot guys with better hair so when she walks around the partition she will have to be pretend-happy for her mystery man with his mystery bad hair.

serves her right for being on dr. phil and looking like a price is right model with a pink sparkly dress.

if i were her and i chose him and then i saw him i would go ew gross your hair SUUUUUUCKS i am going on a double date with those guys even though they are yuppies who pretend they like golf.

right now rocky is my best friend and then later cid will be my best friend but right now rocky is because he is looking at me like he is saying inside his head that we are best friends and then i pick him up and carry him around and exclaim to anyone who is listening that me and rocky are best friends.

and then i feel old.

at least rocky doesn’t mind rock music. i play it very loud and he sits there anyway. i could put on a hair dryer, a washing machine, the stereo, and 5 vacuums and a lawn mower and rocky would sit there happily and probably try and get you to pet him.

maybe he is deaf.