Un Peu Insensé

I just remembered how at the end of eighth grade, I got a cavity filled, and once the process was complete, I demanded a present from my mother. I made her promise I could get what I want before I asked for it. I asked for a guinea pig.
I named him Murphy, he was my mom and I's secret from the rest of the family. He lived in a cage in my closet. He stunk like asshole. I couldn't handle him anymore and so I gave him to somebody else.

Horses are a lot more fun than guinea pigs. I mean, fuck, you can't ride a guinea pig.
...but it would be so cool if you could...

made this yesterday:



off to go shopping, byebye.