squawk misstree she caterwauls along with everything when she's drunk which is always and she giggles like an idiot and squeaks like her chihuahas and always must be the center of everything and she's not a drama queen (if she were, she wouldn't survive), but she's so needy, sometimes i think that's the sound of the universe being sucked into her vacant little head and her hollow little heart and it revulses me to near violence, but this is a nearly-left step in a nasty little stray_cat_gauntlet. 051006 what's it to you? who go blather from