January 24, 2011

the heat is on (the chops)

dear long and drawn out diary,

that nap on a scale from one to ten- i give it a two. it sucked. i woke up and casey anthony is all over the news again. the 500 pound gorilla in the room for me- is her mother- cindy- she looks hauntingly like the cuntface city employee's wife. every time i see that woman- i hate her, "smells like there's been a dead body in the damn car." too bad it wasn't hers. so i am awake now- and not by choice either- the grump would not shut up. no dreams either- because of his constant barking. im getting ready to get them chops cooked in the magic skillet. they'll be good. anything is good cooked in there. hence, the 'magic' before skillet. its an old plug in electric skillet. i can remember my grandma cooking everything from fried chicken to acon and beggs in that sucker. im ready to eat now. i cant wait for that lady to clean my house tomorrow. lol she's not going to be happy.