Dear West,
You can't? That sucks.
You know, I know I said a lot that I hate yellow, but I was thinking, and I realized that I usually don't mind yellow… like sunrises and sunsets and your hair and my awesome little bird. So maybe it's just the sunflowers, I don't know.
Big Snowy got super drunk the other day. I tried to ask him where the keys were, but he just yelled stuff in Russian. I didn't understand it, but it sounded kind of like "Nee bah sho deelah!" So I was like "Screw you" and went to see if I could swipe some food from the kitchen.
Awesomely yours,
Prussia
P.S. Did you know that he keeps these raw meat slabs just hanging on hooks in the kitchen? It's creepy as fuck.