La la la la laaaaaa. I miss my lighter. Van is keeping it safe for me, but knowing him it'll be lost by the time you can say "fire is bad". Damn it all. 


Sooooo CB visited me! And whoooeeee was I sure glad to see his rosy cheeks around here. Solitary confinement makes it hard to reach out to people... and grab their nuts. But I was feeling polite today, so we just made out until... well let's just say he's a little different. Which is a fucking big deal cause my Charlie-boo never changes. Anyway, he's still just as gullible. He's just so much fun to toy with! Poor boy still lets me pull away the football every time. But he's learning...


I gave him his scarf. He looooved it. Well, if he didn't I would have lit it on fire and shoved it up his little curious ass. But he liked it just the same.

Ooh la la. Thursday's are the best. Visitors day! All those scared family members scurrying around. So many people to play with! 
Van told me that CB's dog bit the dust which sucks. I've got to remember to ask him about it. I hope he knows that the doctor is always here for him, even if she is a little preoccupied with screwing with the shrink and stealing Tom's (the tubby, sweaty old guard) hat. Wish we could've sent the mutt off properly though, a funeral pyre and a good blaze should of done the trick. Maybe I'll make him a scarf...