Category: The fallen

Tuna Juice, please »

I just relieved myself in a pair of the she-servant’s heels. She saves them for special occasions. As do I – I only pee in the servants’ shoes when the occasion is just right – like when I am celebrating my half-birthday. I celebrate my half-birthday about six times a year. Here’s some math for [...]

The best laid plans »

10:00 a.m. July 23, 2007
I am writing this from behind the piano. I cannot leave this area, because I saw a mouse go under the piano three hours ago. It has not come out, but it will. And when it does, I will kill it.
When I first saw the mouse it was very early morning. [...]