January 21, 2011

fangs (and thangs)

dear fun day diary,

what a fun day it was. and now the fucker is gone. almost. again. damnit. but... there's still some fun to be had. i bet. yup. so ima hop rite on that. shit. i forgot my lucky rings again- ima put 'em all on tonight, that way ill be extra protected as well, iffin someone picks a fight. you never know with a moon that large, who will step up and try to snap, ill just let them know rite away- im the leader of my pack. ill show my teeth and they'll see my bling- and back right on away- and my people will just laugh at me and call me a goofy stray. well fuck them assholes- i don't like that shit- and im tired of lip from others- it really irks me and i try and stick up for all my sisters and brothers. because one day someone will stick up for me- i know that day is a coming- someone will see whats right for once- so i just keep doing what im doing. Karma is my bff- im rewarded on a daily basis- and when people see how blessed i am you'd think it would make them face this. but they carry their hate and march right on and spit on those around them- the cancer it eats them up inside- and holds their feet in stone then- all the while people laugh at their plight and wonder what happened to their souls- to turn them bitter and angry and evil- all this before they even got old.