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Oh are you guys my guardian angels?! (°▽°)/
My demented grandma saw people that weren’t there. My mom called them her “guardian angels” because that was better than calling them ghosts.
They helped her do things. Like, normally Grandma needed help getting to the restroom. One morning Mom found evidence she’d used the toilet in her own. Grandma said “oh, the angels helped me”.
Anyways, dementia is weird.
Life is weird. Even for us sloths.
I’m a bearcat
I’m probably going to have dementia in ten-twenty years due to all this offbrand Walmart Benadryl I’ve abused to enhance masturbation several hundredfold. I certainly have organ damage now from this awful addiction. Part of the reason I liked meth is because it took away my sexuality and allowed me to work my fuzzy, feminine ass off. Been clean from that for three years now. But this Benadryl ish fucks my ass three ways, sideways, upways, and down my britches like Sam Cougar was raging in his old tamales, y’know? The thing about disembodied eyeballs is that Mario 64 imprinted the on me and it did the condit thing when my dad scare me on Benadryl when I was eight or something. I’ve been addicted to this ish since I was eight. Fuck. You eat hamsters?