dear happy birthday rosa parks diary,
today is rosa park's birthday. for real. will the real rosa parks please stand up and move to the front of the bus. thank you. someone should make a cake. rose is a beautiful woman, and people should know. the hotel is out for tonight and i really wanted to go. i did. becky did too. she told me. i for one, could have got offa work and laid up in the jacuzzi all night like a dead fish. hell yes. i woulda went to panera bread and got two or three of them salads and had them suckers waitin next to the bubble bath. oh man. ever seen a dead fish in bubbles eating a salad? well, it ain't in the cards tonight. i feel awful for anderson cooper getting beat up in egypt. it was bound to happen. that dude is a goon. someone needs to tell him. asap. i need to figure out what ima wear to work tonight- everyone is going to be there. a busy night waits for me- and i need to do my hair. i feel like wearing tight jeans and a really cute sweater, and a really bad ass pair of boots- with silver buckles and made of leather. i think i will wear a regular hat, one that draws little to no attention, because if someone comes up to me and says, "i like your hat," i will punch them in the head before i mention- "i'm sorry i punched you in your head like that, i must have thought you were someone else, i am so ashamed of myself- for your face looks nothing like a cunt."
today is rosa park's birthday. for real. will the real rosa parks please stand up and move to the front of the bus. thank you. someone should make a cake. rose is a beautiful woman, and people should know. the hotel is out for tonight and i really wanted to go. i did. becky did too. she told me. i for one, could have got offa work and laid up in the jacuzzi all night like a dead fish. hell yes. i woulda went to panera bread and got two or three of them salads and had them suckers waitin next to the bubble bath. oh man. ever seen a dead fish in bubbles eating a salad? well, it ain't in the cards tonight. i feel awful for anderson cooper getting beat up in egypt. it was bound to happen. that dude is a goon. someone needs to tell him. asap. i need to figure out what ima wear to work tonight- everyone is going to be there. a busy night waits for me- and i need to do my hair. i feel like wearing tight jeans and a really cute sweater, and a really bad ass pair of boots- with silver buckles and made of leather. i think i will wear a regular hat, one that draws little to no attention, because if someone comes up to me and says, "i like your hat," i will punch them in the head before i mention- "i'm sorry i punched you in your head like that, i must have thought you were someone else, i am so ashamed of myself- for your face looks nothing like a cunt."
