I feel it-I think it's Thursday (but it's hard to tell sitting in this mailing envelope). Mom was nice enough to put in strawberry pop tarts - but dang, nothing to open the package with. She forgets I need SCISSORS. Scarlet had better have some Cheezits on the ready or I might eat the furniture.
She said something about drawing class - and I know she likes to take pictures so I can't wait to be able to show off Rabies in South Beach, Rabies on the sand, Rabies as nude model.... maybe I'll get a tat? Hmmm. I think a nice skull on my bicep would be good. Or should I go tribal?
Ooh, when will this mail person deliver me?!?!?!!