Life: Is like being buried alive

Me and my ickle roomie Cat are currently boy-cotting life and the outside world. It is hard.
Last year we used to be in student accommodation, life was easier then.
The real world didn't exist and we were carefree little pixie's, running around in our jim-jams with cups of tea and smiling faces.

Then we moved. We had to grow up. We don't like it. It mean's we are part of civilised society and should act accordingly. Gone are the days when we could go to the shops in our jim-jams and duvets with a cup of tea and toast at 6 p.m. That is now frowned upon by every one who lives a normal, functional human life.

Here is a picture I drew to aid your understanding of our pain at being "adults".

Farewell, I'm going to do normal things now, and not preoccupy my time with rubbish paint doodlings.

Farewell

:)