kicks down Lovi's front door.

under the couch.

doesn't know what to do. maybe something productive? no, that requires too much thinking.

goes off to sulk. and to take a siesta, he desperately needs one.

stands with his arms outreached waiting for welcome back hugs. ((ahh sorry guys, lots of shit happened at home.. i'm really sorry))

why his team sucks.

upset because no one got him the strippers in a cake he asked for for his birthday.

jabs a candle into a tomato.

going around stuffing invitations to his birthday party into everyone's mailboxes.

to have a birthday party with cake and ice cream and lots of presents!