February 7, 2011

old, bitter, and sour

dear waking up with becky diary,

it takes so little effort to love becky, it just comes natural. she is the child i wish i would have had. she loves me back- without question. that is my most favorite thing about her. she wants nothing- begs for nothing- and shows appreciation for everything. the old grump taught her everything she knows, she just redefined those core values into something spectacular- turning the old dog into the grump, and her into the sweetest thing i have ever known. the old dog is still a wonderful dog, but he is sour now next to her. something ida never prolly noticed had she've never come along. i never get tired of writing about her, but i bet y'all get sick of hearing about her. i don't care. this is my blog. she is where i get all my love these days. she is where i put all of my love too. in her and here. i have to put my love somewhere because iffin i don't- i will turn bitter and sour like a cuntface. i promised myself a long time ago- i would never ever become a bitter cuntface. because then i would grow old in my soul. i am not ever going to be old in my soul.