MY DOG SMELLS GOOD

My dog smells good. Because he bathed.
Like you didn't know. Psh.
I am hungry.
I should get food. Duh. Psh.
Gogetfood.Gogetfood.
Tired larh.
PSH.

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I think that 'psh' came from the smart ice cream play. The proud smart aleck said that when he was asked to spell a word.
OH
I know what I was going to say. Yeah, O.K.. Strangly, my dreams are not taking place HERE, at my current humble abode (Count Olaf, YEE-YAH~) but instead, at my ex-humble (est) abode, CASTLE GREEN.
Last night, I broke my mum's handphone because I -looks around, whispers- sat on it. I broke it with my knee, and not my butt, so I do not have a heavy-fat-break-a-phone butt. Anyway, I dreamt of breaking the laptop. But I didn't break it HERE, I broke it THERE.
Amazing isn't it? The power of ... uh ... homesickness. xD

I miss Castle Green. It's the place!