January 20, 2011

the cream of wheat (got ate up)

dear note to self diary,

hello self. how are you today? you should think about washing your hair again. i mean you don't have to- im just sayin- its an idea. good job on the dishwasher too- i couldntna done it better myself. oh wait- that's fucked up- i did do it myself- ok we did it together then huh? k. you did it- i watched. how does that work anyway- when you type and i read- or i type and you read? i dunno fuckit-- someone will finger it out later in peoria and tell us. all the brains are up there. i think my body wants to get sick really bad- but that flu shot is stopping it. maybe i shoulda got two flu shots then. everyone else in the house has gotten sick so far- i should be next- but im the only one who got inoculated. ill wait. if its meant to be- ill puke i suppose. becky is talking in her sleep again. she gets that from me. i wish there was a roast cooking- but i dont think that even sounds good so im glad there ain't a roast cooking- i wouldn't wanta be smelling it all day, but cept i am gunna be hungry and i don't want to cook either so im fucked. told you i ain't right. maybe some oatmeal wouldn't be so bad- now you know i am fucked up if id rather have oatmeal than cream of wheat- but i ate all the cream of wheat so who am i trying to fool.