dear mexican diary,
maria is here and she is sitting down watching the price is right and i am not one to complain, i like the show too- but only when i know someone on it. otherwise, it bores me. i watch it and take diligent notes when its time to go out there tho, but i dunno, the magic has kindof worn away for me. i like doing the line and being with all the excited people- but when it comes time to do the actual show- i think next time- i will skip that. i think they are 'on' to me anyway. last time i went the show started half an hour late and i think it was because they were 'lookin me up.' ever since my last appearance- the whole protocol has changed. they do everything different now. they even take your picture while your in line. that's some freaky shit when the red jackets come at you with a digital camera. and you wonder why stanley the producer doesn't remember you when you get up there to talk to him. i remember everything about him. i remember his eyes and his smile and his lips and his teeth and his posture and his feet and his waist and his chest and his neck and his shoulders and the sound of his voice. i remember the way he swung his arms around and the way he laughs and how he looks you in the eye, and the tiny beads of sweat on his brow. i remember what he smells like. i remember his shoeboots. i remember his ass- and i remember thinkin, 'i bet he smokes grass." i liked the way he put his foot up when he sat down- a sign of confidence- which he had at all times. you could tell he liked his penis- and i prolly woulda liked it too- but that is to remain between me and you.
maria is here and she is sitting down watching the price is right and i am not one to complain, i like the show too- but only when i know someone on it. otherwise, it bores me. i watch it and take diligent notes when its time to go out there tho, but i dunno, the magic has kindof worn away for me. i like doing the line and being with all the excited people- but when it comes time to do the actual show- i think next time- i will skip that. i think they are 'on' to me anyway. last time i went the show started half an hour late and i think it was because they were 'lookin me up.' ever since my last appearance- the whole protocol has changed. they do everything different now. they even take your picture while your in line. that's some freaky shit when the red jackets come at you with a digital camera. and you wonder why stanley the producer doesn't remember you when you get up there to talk to him. i remember everything about him. i remember his eyes and his smile and his lips and his teeth and his posture and his feet and his waist and his chest and his neck and his shoulders and the sound of his voice. i remember the way he swung his arms around and the way he laughs and how he looks you in the eye, and the tiny beads of sweat on his brow. i remember what he smells like. i remember his shoeboots. i remember his ass- and i remember thinkin, 'i bet he smokes grass." i liked the way he put his foot up when he sat down- a sign of confidence- which he had at all times. you could tell he liked his penis- and i prolly woulda liked it too- but that is to remain between me and you.
