My dad's friend was killed by a driver under the influence... Please help his mom...
I really don't remember much before the orphanage. One day a mostly nice (if somewhat insane) couple came in and took me to their house and life has been pretty chill since then. I like to sleep. Alot. I am also fond of eating, breating and licking myself. When I'm not doing any of those things I like to hang out in the window sills and try to convince the little lizards to come in and hang out. So far, they ain't buyin' it. Dammit. I am facinated by the lavatory habits of humans. I had a hysterectomy at the tender age of 2 months old and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. Oh, and I still occasionally find myself faced with an intense urge to hurl myself from one end of the house to the other, repeatedly and at maximum speed, for no apparent reason.
