Derrida hates it when I pick him up and hug him and squeeze him. But occassionally, he will enter my room, sits on my lap while I am writing and bite my arms. He rocks.
oh derrida, i'm so not your friend. i
remember you moved in while i was "lost"
for a few weeks and i had to kick your
ass a few times to set things straight.
after that i tolerated you. i would even
hang out in the same room and not hiss.
i do hope things are good in toronto,
cuz i don't want you coming back.
most pretentious name. i love it!
remember you moved in while i was "lost"
for a few weeks and i had to kick your
ass a few times to set things straight.
after that i tolerated you. i would even
hang out in the same room and not hiss.
i do hope things are good in toronto,
cuz i don't want you coming back.