dear what are you doing diary,
i have written like twenty books, which will prolly be published and gawd damn works of buttfucking art when i am dead or some shit- SHOUT OUT to the fucker that publishes them bad ass bitches. on my twentieth birthday i spent ALL of my birthday money i got (which was quite a bit back then because all my rich aunts and uncles were still alive) and i sent manuscripts out to several publishing houses. i had a post office box and everything downtown- yeah, i was in the big league. i even had a beeper- but i sold a little pot once in awhile- so my beeper actually got used. i had woods printing print them out- they were nice little packages i sent- i was sure proud. then i got married, got a divorce, had a baby. got remarried, got another divorce, had another baby, met my biological parents, and my life started getting really interesting. then i turned thirty. and eleven days after that- damnit if my whole life didn't change again for the second time on the same date. eleven days after i was born, i was adopted into a home that accepted me before they even knew what an idiot i would become. eleven days after i turned thirty, i was found again in los angeles, the city of angels. iffin my life did start again that day- then in three months and eleven days from today- i will be eleven.
i have written like twenty books, which will prolly be published and gawd damn works of buttfucking art when i am dead or some shit- SHOUT OUT to the fucker that publishes them bad ass bitches. on my twentieth birthday i spent ALL of my birthday money i got (which was quite a bit back then because all my rich aunts and uncles were still alive) and i sent manuscripts out to several publishing houses. i had a post office box and everything downtown- yeah, i was in the big league. i even had a beeper- but i sold a little pot once in awhile- so my beeper actually got used. i had woods printing print them out- they were nice little packages i sent- i was sure proud. then i got married, got a divorce, had a baby. got remarried, got another divorce, had another baby, met my biological parents, and my life started getting really interesting. then i turned thirty. and eleven days after that- damnit if my whole life didn't change again for the second time on the same date. eleven days after i was born, i was adopted into a home that accepted me before they even knew what an idiot i would become. eleven days after i turned thirty, i was found again in los angeles, the city of angels. iffin my life did start again that day- then in three months and eleven days from today- i will be eleven.
