Thursday, July 26, 2001
Cheeto Boy disturbs my nap
My suspicions were confirmed today. Fat man has been watching me. He spilled half a bag of Cheetos into my fur while standing over me like a gelatinous statue of your typical high school tool. I farted, and it seemed to bother him. Later, I typed away in a corner, but I think he suspects something's going on. Must go poop.