February 15, 2011

bush whackin- pants zippin (11/11/1o)

dear diary,

what wicked tangles my hairs weave when at last i do getta sleep. THE NAY DAY hath finally arrived. its sad that they're gunna bury that soldier on Veteran's Day at Camp Butler. irony has a way if rearing its head in people's lives at times, and some people who aren't ready for that become paranoid, often accusing fate of playing tricks on them, when in reality- its nothing but ironic how it all just happened to happen. but you cant tail some folks that. like i met a guy once on 9/12/05 and had no concept of the importance of this day to him- he wasn't wearing a badge that reflected such knowledge, even tho he had a badge on, it said nothing about 9/12 so it was just a day to me, and frankly STILL IS, and the way he acted on all the other 9/12's, im pretty sure that 9/12 is just a day to him as well. just sayin.

well, i do dribble, said that a few entries ago, before my new white jacket came along, and ive got a really exciting day planned. i whacked my bush last nite so now all my pants will fit better. im so excited for tonight y'all. i aint been on a date in frickin YEARS, and i aint gotta pay or nuthin!