You can't buy the necessities of life with cookies. Too bad

Today Mikhael came over to teach me how to drop kick Stewart in the local park. We practiced in the rain because we're cool like that. After I was accidentally hit over the head, we went back to my place, where I washed Stewart and my tee and took some Tylenol. Then we alternated between making cookies and watching Edward Scissorhands.

Soon after that he left, and since then I have been trying to remove the virus that has made it's way onto my computer by a certain person. If only he had sent me the serial number, this never would have happened.

Here is me in my Cookie Loves Milk shirt: