February 1, 2011

please don't help me (i got up on my own)

dear reliable and comforting diary,

i just checked my pick four lottery ticket from last sunday night. i bought one on the way to work cuz i needed change and i didn't have anything else to buy. guess what? it won. and now i cant even cash it- cuz of the roads and shit. wtf. its weird too cuz while i was buying that lottery ticket- i found twenty bucks on the floor of the store. Karma. i am telling you. i just ate a salad- someone ate up all the ranch dressing, prolly on chicken mcnuggets or some stupid shit. i love broccoli and ranch dressing. but plain broccolli was good. i used monical's dressing on my salad- it was fine. becky wont eat lettuce- but she loved the broccoli- the grump wont eat lettuce either- at least not from me. i am going to mop the floor and clean out all the cracks- and when i wake up in the morning ima make yeast cinnamon rolls and regular rolls. it's going to be a surprise for my people, ima let them rise on the stove, and roll them out with my new granite rolling pin, and let them rise again. they will be super gooey- just like my mom's. i might have to stay up all night and start them babies tonight. a big gooey roll before bed would be such a delight. it'll be more fun than in 2006, being cooped up in the house, even if we lose power this time, i am not worried about anyone else. only my family and those who i know- truly do love me, not gunna worry about the little dick mother fuckin city employee- OR his family. and i DO NOT NEED HIM TO GO CHECK ON MY DAD, even tho he is now five years OLDER, everything is under control- besides- he has a really WEAK shoulder. and if his power pole should fall down- i have the money to hire someone to put it back up man- unlike before when the city employee helped the whore with electricians in his FAMILY, don't worry you wont get the chance to help us again. we didn't have shit- but we do now- and it is all because of my gift.