Everything feels different. It feels a lot more exciting. The stuff in this house isn’t just stuff any more. It’s dead people’s stuff.
On another subject: I think we have rats. Large ones. I found bits of smelly crap on the floor of my/Mary Jane’s bedroom this evening. This may explain the smell of small furry animal. I was hoping for mice.
Is this rat-crap? I took a picture:

On another subject: I think we have rats. Large ones. I found bits of smelly crap on the floor of my/Mary Jane’s bedroom this evening. This may explain the smell of small furry animal. I was hoping for mice.
Is this rat-crap? I took a picture:
- Location:A dead girl's floor
- Mood:
thirsty - Music:Spiderland by Slint


Comments
-Hannah
I enjoyed your journal :)
Kudos!!!
Whatever left it, the poo is radioactive or something. Look at the red glitter! Maybe it's Britney Spears poo?
I see dead people's poop.