January 22, 2011

stinky feather head

dear i cant get up that early diary,

even tho i may want to, it doesn't work that way for me. and people don't understand that. i like toya tho, but its hard to call her that even tho that ain't her name. nobody goes by their name and i like that. makes it easier to remember to forget who everybody is and i got that face recognition disorder- so i go by the voices anyway. i do. one time that stupid city worker came to where i was and stood in the doorway looking for me and i saw him and we was like 'damn who the fuck is that,' and then when i realized it was him i was like, 'damn, let me go hide and shit,' cuz sometimes the cover of the book looks way different than the book on the inside. i shoulda never read that book. that was a dirty book now i ain't kidding. ugly mf'in book. book of lessons. i guess i could get up, but i don't wanna. nope. too cold. plus my hair be stinkin. that plug fucked me tonight or i wudda been had my hair washed. i fluffed it out earlier and everyone laughed at the feathers that flew out of it. i told 'em it would happen- nobody ever listens. i said, 'cover your pops then,' thank goodness rosa did. im surprised oil ain't drippin from it yet, i haven't warshed it since SUNDAY LOLOLOL