January 25, 2011

living to keep my teeth (and have a clean kitchen)

dear definite missed connection in walgreens diary,

i love going out in my pajamas. nobody looks at me. except tonight. the thugs in the potato chip isle had it really going on. they mustve known i have a badass dog at home. if it was warmer out- one of them woulda been with me. i was hoping one of them would lose a tooth- cuz i woulda picked it up and taken it to the pawn shop tomorrow. not because i need the money, i just don't have any use for a gold tooth. i am sure ill see one of them again tonight later in my dreams- and oh boy- i am excited. ill be sure and sleep on a towel. pray its a 'G' rated dream or ill suffer all fucking day tomorrow. i called heather today at dr phil's office- left a message- she never called back, had my ringer on all day long too. having my ringer on is no longer a dangerous operation, i just choose not to use it. i prefer to have a quiet phone. the dumb fucks wanted to make a cake tonight ans i put my foot through that idea. the lady just cleaned the house, and that's what happened last week. she came and made the house sparkling clean- and they ripped through it like bonehead terrorists and we lived like british scum for a week. NOT THIS WEEK NOT THIS WEEK. im not going to pay her to come and clean the kitchen so y'all can make a cake. fuck that. i want scrambled eggs at least.