February 15, 2011

letters from the hairport 11/12/10


riayd read,

omfg, they delivert my helicopter. and i finally finished the jumpsuit for rocky balahboah. the suit is five feet nine inches long and i wish i had a better way to affix it to her neck/throat tho cuz everytime she wiggles she slivers out of it, and i know the old people are gunna nutt when they see her in her mrs. santa outfit lol i already know the toddlers will dig it cuz whatever i like they like DUH but that helicopter is sweet. don't see why it came on a truck, ida just flown the fucker in, but oh well, guess they didn't wanta put the hours on the motor like a lawnmower, who cares, i don't, fly the bitch it ain't made to cut grass. and about that sewing machine, man do i need a nap, but im about past the level of excitement where that could be possible. betcha wondered why it took so long to get up today,  i aint sayin, cept, had to sign the delivery papers, and all that jazz, had lunch with my girl at the place where ima get this flour pot they got settin outside in 23 months and 7 days and then after i took the buttons back of the jumpsuit i made for rocky balahboah, cuz the buttons ended up being a stupid idea, and the zipper- stupider- if possible- i finished it up with a nice even hem, and a soft gathering, which gave it a flattering feature to an otherwise plain front. so as you can see, my ptsd has somewhat calmed from last nite, and the first morning sun salutations helped tremendously i can only assume that's what did it. so i know ur prolly working on yer laptop now so ill go so you can go jack off. the air smelled just like your porky pig neck today. cudda been my greasy head. now its time to get out and start my day? how was kelly? that's disgusting. ima take care of that. MOM. huh? i love you mom.