Dear Alice,

I definetely enjoyed those cookies. They left me rather hyper, and I found the perfect place in my crazed form. It's an old abandoned school. It was burnt a lot, but there are a lot of things in here. Like paint, which I took waay for granted. The room I'm writing in right now, is covered in still-wet red paint. I love the color red. And black. And white. And Yellow. And Violet. And Green. But not blue, I hate blue, blue is a gross color.

Also, I found a bunch of cats. Weird right? It seems that Seattle has an abundance of homeless cats. I wish to name them all, from the ugly fat one to the three kittens. I will explain them all to you in detail my little diary friend. Okay, so there are eight of them.

The oldest one is the ugly fat one, probably a Himalayan, its probably once was very fluffy and pretty, but now it is an ugly, gray-brown color and all its fur is flack against its flea-ridden skin. Oh don't worry Diary, I cannot get fleas, my blood is not tasty. I think I will name him George, because it is a nice name.

There are three adult cats, a female korkat, a male ocicat, and I think a female Russian Blue.The korkat I think has some kind of... Animal turrets, because she continues to twitch and meow at random intervals... It is kind of annoying. But I will name her Torey. T he male ocicat with me Cheat, because he looks very much like a cheetah, and the Russian Blue will be.... Yellow. Because I do not like blue, nor anything associating with it, so she will be called Yellow.

Then there are four kittens. Name can't be given easily to them, so I will just name the oldest, which I think is Torey and Cheats kid, it is Cheats color, but has Torey's body. Yes, it is a male, and I will name him Tork, because it works for me.

Also, I blew up some s**t today. Lots of s**t. Lots. Including a safeway, three buses, a room in the school, and a bunch of building walls. Oooh it was fun. You'd never be able to feel the same thrill I felt when bodies flew in all directions, and scream rose up like hells choir. Of course, Hell's choir is definetely better orchestrated. I absolutely loved it though, and that us all that matters.

Now, I wish to go back to coloring, no need to wait for me Alice, just go back to your resting place inside the chalkboards holes.

-Vesta Zalika