January 22, 2011

ENTRY NUMBER 41 (IN MY NEW MAIN ST APARTMENT)

dear special entry post blog whatever number FORTY ONE diary,

i already have a lump in my throat. it hurts to know and give recognition to this entry as being the 41st entry here in my new apartment, and to go even further and baptize it special- holy mother of jordan, birth of all kangaroos in australia, it ain't special according to webster, but short bus special, orange blossom special, okay. with that being overly addressed- not unlike a jew at a bar mitzvah, i do hereby declare this sad pathetic entry has been fully completed and fulfilled- and thus- bridged the gap between forty and forty-two and nothing more else or less should indeed go in its place to save the alamo. go forth- now and always- and fear nothing- hold your breath no longer- i really thought it was going to be bad too- but it wasn't- and i am so fucking proud of myself im going to make little tiny penis cupcakes now as a reward to myself for being so good. omfg. i am an angelic whore.