dear night and day diary,
it is official. babies dont just do it. baby dogs do too. becky has her days and nights totally switched. and i caught on last night, or i thought i did, and i did. i tried to keep her awake today- she slept. now she wants to go out every two hours. ima whoop her. she needs whooped. i cant do it. she's my baby girl. i miss her being tiny. she is a whale now. it is a good thing i am up all night or i would be up all night. so now it is saturday again. oh boy. joy joy. i think ima cook that turkey today. i like turkey. not doing the stuffing deal. going for the green beans. my boobs are itching- feathers in my bra again- FUCK!!! so if it was warm out- id be rummage sailing tomorrow morning. i cant wait. i need to get whole list of shit at the store tomorrow, here is what ima get:
a: a headlight bulb thing
b: interior lights for the little lights and the dope light
c: windshield wipers (oh fuck yes)
d: windshield wiper juice
e: gunna WARSH the windshield (i am)
that doesn't seem like very much to ask for. i think i can handle that. my windshield needs help. sometimes you just gotta grab the bull by the horn and be a man and do the shit. yee hawl. the grump doesn't like it when i hug him. so i don't do it very often, he will act like he's gunna bite me- but he knows i will bite him back. i will. hard. harder than he bit me. ima try to hug him when he is sleeping later. then he will let me. i think he can handle that. well goodnight fuckers.
it is official. babies dont just do it. baby dogs do too. becky has her days and nights totally switched. and i caught on last night, or i thought i did, and i did. i tried to keep her awake today- she slept. now she wants to go out every two hours. ima whoop her. she needs whooped. i cant do it. she's my baby girl. i miss her being tiny. she is a whale now. it is a good thing i am up all night or i would be up all night. so now it is saturday again. oh boy. joy joy. i think ima cook that turkey today. i like turkey. not doing the stuffing deal. going for the green beans. my boobs are itching- feathers in my bra again- FUCK!!! so if it was warm out- id be rummage sailing tomorrow morning. i cant wait. i need to get whole list of shit at the store tomorrow, here is what ima get:
a: a headlight bulb thing
b: interior lights for the little lights and the dope light
c: windshield wipers (oh fuck yes)
d: windshield wiper juice
e: gunna WARSH the windshield (i am)
that doesn't seem like very much to ask for. i think i can handle that. my windshield needs help. sometimes you just gotta grab the bull by the horn and be a man and do the shit. yee hawl. the grump doesn't like it when i hug him. so i don't do it very often, he will act like he's gunna bite me- but he knows i will bite him back. i will. hard. harder than he bit me. ima try to hug him when he is sleeping later. then he will let me. i think he can handle that. well goodnight fuckers.
