February 9, 2011

counting flours on the wall 11/9/10

dear diary,

so i woke up this morning to the cops at my door, i was scared and almost didn't answer but the curiosity got the cat and i FLEW to answer and couldn't remember how old i was, had to do MATH at 8am  damner i hate adding that early, but i musta passed the TEST lol and went back to bed and just got up, i missed 6 phonecalls already, but not the appointment for my hair, so im good. anyway, the cops loved my pajamas and becky, everyone loves becky, but the grump didn't make any friends, he never does, his autism gets the better of him.

indian summer. oh my. i dreamed about my dads wallpaper in the kitchen last night. there was some special documentary on it on tv, lol its vintage and the lady said if you take pictures of it you can see different images in it, and interpret various meanings according to how the pictures were framed when they were taken, lol SO NOW I WANT TO GO OVER AND TAKE A BUNCH OF PICTURES OF HIS KITCHEN WALLS just to see what it would look like as pictures. the lady in my dream said his wallpaper was extremely rare to find these days and in MINT condition. i always thought that wallpaper was buttass ugly, and now, i just don't know anymore, i may keep it forever.

i washed my hair and combed it out already for the haircutter. i should get a big discount. my hair is such a bitch to comb. i did half the work for her. alls i gotta do now is brush my teef and find my other boot and presto. the cops said they'd PROLLY be back. lol how fun.

ttyl