dear missippi saturday night diary,
i will never understand basketball on tv. they move so fast you can't keep track of just one. they dance around and jump up and down and wiggle and all the loud sounds- i am easily confused. it might be easier if they would leave the camera steady- but they try to help. i finally had to turn it. i am starting to get hungry at last- i figured i never would again- i never i got them eggburps either- a treat all on its own. i am totally excited to report tho- i have pancake syrup in my hair- i certainly do not know who did that to me- i didn't put it in there. i do not have the ability to rewind the clock to find out who make a mockery of my locks. iffin i could reach up and fuck with the hands of time, it would not be to view my hair- you could bet your lucky dime. i would turn the calendar back to august 2005- just before katrina came and i'd warn everyone to keep people alive. then i would go to the north side of town- and knock on the door where the people had just moved in- and i would tell the owner of the lil s10 blazer what her husband did. driving his little qtpie car around looking so fucking stupid- i would tell her right away how wrong it was of cupid- to leave her with a man who sucked dick better than she can.
i will never understand basketball on tv. they move so fast you can't keep track of just one. they dance around and jump up and down and wiggle and all the loud sounds- i am easily confused. it might be easier if they would leave the camera steady- but they try to help. i finally had to turn it. i am starting to get hungry at last- i figured i never would again- i never i got them eggburps either- a treat all on its own. i am totally excited to report tho- i have pancake syrup in my hair- i certainly do not know who did that to me- i didn't put it in there. i do not have the ability to rewind the clock to find out who make a mockery of my locks. iffin i could reach up and fuck with the hands of time, it would not be to view my hair- you could bet your lucky dime. i would turn the calendar back to august 2005- just before katrina came and i'd warn everyone to keep people alive. then i would go to the north side of town- and knock on the door where the people had just moved in- and i would tell the owner of the lil s10 blazer what her husband did. driving his little qtpie car around looking so fucking stupid- i would tell her right away how wrong it was of cupid- to leave her with a man who sucked dick better than she can.
