dear it must not be sixty outside yet diary,
waking up to beautiful nails is really something. opening the window as soon as i got to it, a bit premature, i am afraid. i already shut it again. looking outside for a bag of cotton candy hanging on my door, utterly pathetic. i think i need an extra dose of prozac for that one- or something stronger. iv drip. nothing spectacular on my mind today, but waking up with becky and her arm around my neck was simply amazing. i was having a shitty dream. i dunno i f i had been talking out loud and that's what brought her up to me or what, but looking into her eyes made everything better. then i got to watch her drift asleep with her arm around me. that really woke me up. i could see her going farther and farther away. she is looking at me again now- as if she knows i am typing about her somehow. i have to wash my hair today, or part it a different way. i don't like that new shampoo i got- it doesn't keep my hair clean very long. fancy shit. you don't always get what you pay for. and the bottle ain't that nice either. so i dunno. i emptied out my vacuum yesterday and beat the filter out on the lightpole out by the road. fucker works like brand new and smells better too. im glad all the snow is gone pretty much and looks normal again in the yard, even the leaves are still there- but i dunno where they wudda went- the snow just covered them up. the mail already went but i haven't got yesterday's yet. nobody does welfare checks on me, or for me either. i would cash one iffin they did. the new icemaker makes the funniest little cubes i have ever seen in my entire fucking life. i simply adore them. they look like little hollow penises. you can stick them in your butt perfectly. i haven't taken the time to do so- yet- but i can tell by looking- that's where they should go with ease. technology has made it to the ice cube kids.
waking up to beautiful nails is really something. opening the window as soon as i got to it, a bit premature, i am afraid. i already shut it again. looking outside for a bag of cotton candy hanging on my door, utterly pathetic. i think i need an extra dose of prozac for that one- or something stronger. iv drip. nothing spectacular on my mind today, but waking up with becky and her arm around my neck was simply amazing. i was having a shitty dream. i dunno i f i had been talking out loud and that's what brought her up to me or what, but looking into her eyes made everything better. then i got to watch her drift asleep with her arm around me. that really woke me up. i could see her going farther and farther away. she is looking at me again now- as if she knows i am typing about her somehow. i have to wash my hair today, or part it a different way. i don't like that new shampoo i got- it doesn't keep my hair clean very long. fancy shit. you don't always get what you pay for. and the bottle ain't that nice either. so i dunno. i emptied out my vacuum yesterday and beat the filter out on the lightpole out by the road. fucker works like brand new and smells better too. im glad all the snow is gone pretty much and looks normal again in the yard, even the leaves are still there- but i dunno where they wudda went- the snow just covered them up. the mail already went but i haven't got yesterday's yet. nobody does welfare checks on me, or for me either. i would cash one iffin they did. the new icemaker makes the funniest little cubes i have ever seen in my entire fucking life. i simply adore them. they look like little hollow penises. you can stick them in your butt perfectly. i haven't taken the time to do so- yet- but i can tell by looking- that's where they should go with ease. technology has made it to the ice cube kids.
