we have a cat now. roach found it in a dumpster behind rite aid and it looked like a wadded up chunk of dryer lint with chicken wings glued to the sides. someone had shaved it and in my professional medical opinion it had like 2 seconds to live. we brought it home and bathed/fed it, named it pelona (which means bald girl in spanish) and found it to be about the sweetest cat that ever existed anywhere ever of all time. then our landlord saw it and told us we have to pay the 200 dollar pet deposit. if we don't he will undoubtedly make us get rid of the cat and check our apartment for more domestic creatures upon which time he will find the 5 foot tall cage containing four shit kicking ferrets and we will be as jesus once said "totally fucked, yo."

but that's ok cuz we're totally fucked anyway due in large part to the fact that roach quit her job and hasn't found a new one yet and it's a slow week at the restaraunt so i'm making no moneys whatsoever and we're gonna get so evicted our heads will spin but i know that somewhere in this great big world an unsupervised baby has gotten behind the wheel of a motor vehicle like so many babies before it and is currently coasting down a suburban street giggling a gurgly giggle as is the accepted custom of the american domestic baby so really i'm pretty ok.

rock the parcel.

uh huh.

word.