Bathroom: Pooped by Cats, The Third Time
Yeah, I’m bored of cleaning the cat-poops in my bathroom. Fuck. It’s the third time I got their fucking shits in my bathroom.
Few minutes or about an hour ago, I walked to my bathroom. Gonna pee. Yeah. When I got in my bedroom, I smelt a strange smell, but I recognized this. I predicted: cat-poops. Then, I looked my bathroom’s door opened. And I got in. Yeah. I got 100 pts for this. My prediction was true. In my bathtub and on the floor. Yes. You know, THEIR FUCKING SHITS! And pee water in my bathtub too. Damn. Good, cats. So, I went out from my bathroom and gave some ‘punishment’ to my cats.
And you must know what would I do later, cleaning the poops. And I don’t have to tell to you about this. -__-
15.11.11, My cats pooped in my bathroom for the third time.
fuckyourcontract replied to your post: I just finished writing the first draft for a…
WAIT, WAIT, LIKE, BATMAN/JASON TODD HOW?
I am almost 90% sure you would all hate it. I’m posting a summary under the cut because it’s disturbing and involves underaged fucking, drug usage, OOCness and all that awful shit. I just wanted to try and see if I could write something about a fucked up relationship and Gatsby-tier decadence.
If you’d rather not read my shitty summary, it’s basically Lana del Rey’s Off to the Races. (Don’t care much for her, but the gangsta lolita persona matches this Jason I wrote, idk)
