to the owner of the blue honda

i got my kitty back. she hadn't gone anywhere that I hadn't put her.
but i went and got her back.
now she is all doped up. awkward standing on those doped up kitty legs of hers.
therefore sleep is either a must or a really welcoming choice.
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it breaks my heart when I see my baby cry and I dont know what to do
to make her smile, except to make monster noises with my throat cuz i had a li'l somethin-somethin stuck back there.
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o thom yorke... you are slowly owning my soul.
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i dont even like smoking cigarettes. i crave them, but not as much as I smoke them. I just need something to do. Constantly. Even when I am doing something, i have to be doing another something more! It's a vicious cycle... my something-doing is never fulfilled
--dramatically breaks down and then waits patiently for academy award--
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bong? did someone say bong? wait, was that me?
...no matter. whoever it was, you just made an excellent point.
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ps.fuck you jd