dear only fair to warn you diary,
sucker punch. prolly was a rough day yesterday. id like to imagine it was anyway. i dunno why i am the way i am, but now i find myself craving a big ass ham. yes, ham and fresh green beans would be very good, but im not eating canned of either- ima whore i know i should. but i have a taste for the better kinda of food- the kind you hafta cook and be in the mood. and im not in the mood to cook a big ham, or cook any green beans so fuckit then. spaghetti it is- or maybe its time for that meatloaf- hail yes. mmm with sweet catsup sauce browned on top there it is- dinner plans for dinner- thanks you guys- ill take a picture of it. this blog is a comfort to me- more than you know- the people here don't talk to me and sometimes i just wish they would go. if i could have my laptop and becky in prison- id prolly just turn myself in- because even tho there are no bars- and the doors aren't locked- im serving a sentence. and now i have more than one guard watching me- as if the unibomber wasn't enough, the city employee and the cuntface wife and kidney the minor- getta call more shots. but i have taken pictures, and im waiting to MOVE. but i still wait for the knock on my door, i got plenty of bond for the whore. but the sheriff said not to worry, and jack said the same thing too- but i continue to march right on- singing this same ole song. AND IMA SING IT TIL FURTHER NOTICE
sucker punch. prolly was a rough day yesterday. id like to imagine it was anyway. i dunno why i am the way i am, but now i find myself craving a big ass ham. yes, ham and fresh green beans would be very good, but im not eating canned of either- ima whore i know i should. but i have a taste for the better kinda of food- the kind you hafta cook and be in the mood. and im not in the mood to cook a big ham, or cook any green beans so fuckit then. spaghetti it is- or maybe its time for that meatloaf- hail yes. mmm with sweet catsup sauce browned on top there it is- dinner plans for dinner- thanks you guys- ill take a picture of it. this blog is a comfort to me- more than you know- the people here don't talk to me and sometimes i just wish they would go. if i could have my laptop and becky in prison- id prolly just turn myself in- because even tho there are no bars- and the doors aren't locked- im serving a sentence. and now i have more than one guard watching me- as if the unibomber wasn't enough, the city employee and the cuntface wife and kidney the minor- getta call more shots. but i have taken pictures, and im waiting to MOVE. but i still wait for the knock on my door, i got plenty of bond for the whore. but the sheriff said not to worry, and jack said the same thing too- but i continue to march right on- singing this same ole song. AND IMA SING IT TIL FURTHER NOTICE
