I've thought it over for several minutes now, and I want to do a journal entry full of words for penis, over and over and over and over...

And then I thought, why stop there, why don't write a journal entry out of all the disgusting ways you can make fruit enter your body... eating for one... But then I thought no, no, someone will say I've not done it right, someone will tell me how they would write a journal entry about stuffing fruit into every corner of themselves and making new crevasses just so they can insert a slither of apple to out do me.

I won't have it, it happens every time!

So instead I'm going to tell you about my cat, who is very pretty and reminds me so much of myself I have to wonder why I was born human at all.

He's just so lazy and affectionate, and he's got this chub around his middle, and such a wide fluffy behind. he's me to a Tee... he's even blue, my favorite colour. Really, blonde eyes blue hair and a breath so stinky you don't want him to talk to you, but he will anyway.

He's a drooler cat, as in, when you pat him and he gets happy, he just dribbles a lake, and then tries to wipe it on you.

I Named him Blanket, and that's the end of my journal entry.