dear just got the mail diary,
holy fucking shit. i just got the mail and a check sat out in my box and froze all day while i laid in my bed and slept. how sad. i coulda went to the bank and been had that bitch cashed. oh well. i didn't need anything yesterday. i lived all day without leaving the bed. i just took the garbage to the curb because i remembered before they were on my block. sometimes i amaze myself. like earlier, when i mopped half my floor in the kitchen. omg. it looked clean until i mopped it. sometimes i think becky might be better off living in the pound- then i can see her sleeping in my arms next to me in bed and slap myself in the head. my dog may stand on a dirty floor to eat out of a sparkling bowl- but she sleeps in a clean bed. honestly- i don't see how the floor was that dirty. i eat off of it all the time. once you get the knife into those cracks tho- the dirtballs really start to grow... and grow. they soon turn into piles. then a mound. pretty soon there is a hill of dirt gathered- and it becomes a challenge- can i make a mountain. i prolly could- but here comes the grump- trampin through it- back into the cracks again. that's when i bust the vacuum out and take care of business. but sucking never works til you carve it out first. i know my floor- and it knows me. i love my kitchen floor and it loves me.
holy fucking shit. i just got the mail and a check sat out in my box and froze all day while i laid in my bed and slept. how sad. i coulda went to the bank and been had that bitch cashed. oh well. i didn't need anything yesterday. i lived all day without leaving the bed. i just took the garbage to the curb because i remembered before they were on my block. sometimes i amaze myself. like earlier, when i mopped half my floor in the kitchen. omg. it looked clean until i mopped it. sometimes i think becky might be better off living in the pound- then i can see her sleeping in my arms next to me in bed and slap myself in the head. my dog may stand on a dirty floor to eat out of a sparkling bowl- but she sleeps in a clean bed. honestly- i don't see how the floor was that dirty. i eat off of it all the time. once you get the knife into those cracks tho- the dirtballs really start to grow... and grow. they soon turn into piles. then a mound. pretty soon there is a hill of dirt gathered- and it becomes a challenge- can i make a mountain. i prolly could- but here comes the grump- trampin through it- back into the cracks again. that's when i bust the vacuum out and take care of business. but sucking never works til you carve it out first. i know my floor- and it knows me. i love my kitchen floor and it loves me.
