(This is parbly gonna confuse the shit out of all of you, but there's a very good reason for doing this, I swear.)


Today is not a good day. I woke up in my cradle to the sounds of my Mama and Daddy fighting over all the weed he smokes. I personally like it when daddy smokes the pot. It covers up his usual smell. He usually smells like cat pee and his kisses smell like rancid tuna, especially after he and mommy have been wrestling a little while. Then, Mama fed me pureed cheetos and some Red Bull in a bottle and drove me to daycare. I hate daycare. All the other kids pick on me 'cause my Daddy is a douchebag. They call me the Popozao kid.
I'm not a popozao kid. I'm not, I'm not!

It looks like Mommy might be pregnant again. I think I'm going to have another little brother or sister soon.

I wish daddy would shave his facial hair. It's gross.

y'all come back now, ye hear?
love
spf