February 28, 2011

solar heated water (would prolly be nice)

dear passing my chance up at the water heater diary,

i gracefully bow down to the master of the tiny fortress i call my semi permanent home- for the use of the water heater is yours- you fucking dickhead. and oh what a master you are. in your pink towel- telling me, 'don't look,' and then, 'did you see it?' in the same breath. of course i saw it- you saw me look up- why wouldn't i? you came in here just to see if i would didn't you? and i did so? and you left again then. i dunno. i am sitting here kinda confused. next you'll be telling me that was some kind of offer for sex or some shit and then i will feel used. ick. i for one haven't had a bath since yesterday- and just about a half an hour ago until i brushed my teeth- and i am still pissed off about this morning- so you better just eat some roast beef. i think i will text my friend on my phone for a bit- and then watch some tv, so you can just be one of the ones who gets to think about me.