dear diary,
the phone rang and GUESS WHO ANSWERT IT? it wasn't bert. GOOD NEWS on the whorn. HEAR YE YEAR HE-ALL SYSTEMS AFLOAT! ty Jesus in the sky! now im hungry. and i have a huge booger in my nose. haven't even had time for a bath yet, and technically its 2:15pm. but im not allowed to take one now anyway, so hum. that's just wrong. becky tore up her baby in the back yard today because her other toys are missing. i soaked them in bleachwater, scrubbed them with a brush and ran them thru the dishwasher. they are due to be out any minute. the old grump lays by the door thinkin the baby will be home in an hour, he'll be sad IN AN HOUR. no shoes in the mail, just another PATCH for the jacket that ain't mine. tell you what, that's gunna be one patched up jacket if all the shit that keeps comin gets put on it. i feel like a shepards pie tonite. man that sounds so good. ain't had one of them since tater's shut down. i should make one. i might have forgotten how after all these years, nah, PROLLY NOT, i cant seem to forget nuffin. why do fat bitches like to tan anyway? they must live by the motto- cant tone it tan it? it just looks so dumb. i want a cupcake lol. and some flavor blasted goldfish crackers and milk. damnit. i feel like a ding-dong tho warmed up. well, dudes will be here at 130 i gotta clammer the dogs together and make sure the prisoner in the basement is leashed and gagged before they get here to do the estimate lol.
the phone rang and GUESS WHO ANSWERT IT? it wasn't bert. GOOD NEWS on the whorn. HEAR YE YEAR HE-ALL SYSTEMS AFLOAT! ty Jesus in the sky! now im hungry. and i have a huge booger in my nose. haven't even had time for a bath yet, and technically its 2:15pm. but im not allowed to take one now anyway, so hum. that's just wrong. becky tore up her baby in the back yard today because her other toys are missing. i soaked them in bleachwater, scrubbed them with a brush and ran them thru the dishwasher. they are due to be out any minute. the old grump lays by the door thinkin the baby will be home in an hour, he'll be sad IN AN HOUR. no shoes in the mail, just another PATCH for the jacket that ain't mine. tell you what, that's gunna be one patched up jacket if all the shit that keeps comin gets put on it. i feel like a shepards pie tonite. man that sounds so good. ain't had one of them since tater's shut down. i should make one. i might have forgotten how after all these years, nah, PROLLY NOT, i cant seem to forget nuffin. why do fat bitches like to tan anyway? they must live by the motto- cant tone it tan it? it just looks so dumb. i want a cupcake lol. and some flavor blasted goldfish crackers and milk. damnit. i feel like a ding-dong tho warmed up. well, dudes will be here at 130 i gotta clammer the dogs together and make sure the prisoner in the basement is leashed and gagged before they get here to do the estimate lol.
