Ugh.

I woke up too early, so I decided to be a good person and try to befriend Cookie more. Big. Mistake.

That little. Devil. Pooped on me. A lot.

Whatever worry I had for M is gone. He’s an ass and so is his bird.

And I KNOW that being in a foul mood the entire day because of something irrelevant like this is pretty foolish of me. Especially, since after some research I found out that birds do that once they wake up and I should’ve waited with taking Cookie out of… its? cage.

I feel bad for not knowing the gender of that stupid bird.

I really ought to ask M about it. Once he comes back, and is let out of his room. With how angry Mom is I feel like he might end up being locked in his room and let out only for meals and to go to the bathroom. Not that it worked the last time. He lasted 3 days out of seven he was sentenced to, and escaped through the window. Still not sure how he’s done that - our bedroom windows are around 40 feet up form the ground. Up to my knowledge, 3 stories up is enough to kill you.

Whiiiiiiiiich of course made Mom even more mad at him. I just don’t understand why he can’t act like a normal person for one goddamned second.