February 1, 2011

the first day, not the first entry, not the last smile (either)

dear madly devoted to my bed diary,

sleeping is my all-time favorite activity. and when i can teach people to fly in my dreams- super cool. i've always known how to fly in my dreams- but teaching my aunt barbara in vegas- the most skeptical woman ever- cool even for a dream. it isn't like a bird flying tho, it is more like a very long lasting high jump. i wish we could really do something like that. i would fly all over. i have a whole different life in my bed. a normal life. one where people like me and i am appreciated and my hair is always clean and fresh. i don't know what is up with my hair lately. i just fucking don't care about washing it anymore. ever since i got those new hairbrushes- i just brush it now. cars are flyin by here at rapid speeds. and i ain't even dreaming that. i suppose i will go back to bed and rest my head and wait to see if the cleaning lady calls. i am ready for her in every way- i hope she comes today.