February 2, 2011

war pigs (son of a meatloaf)

dear grounded hogs day diary,

i don't think any pigs will be doing much of anything today. except seeing their shadows. son of a bitch. suck my rotten twat. whatever. i don't mind winter, because i know it kills all the crap- but i like spring a whole lot better. it isn't that i don't understand its use,  i've just had enough already. i am so thankful i haven't parted yet, because being away from my people during all of this would make things a million times worse. wondering how my dad is would kill me about now. it is gunna be just another day in my shelter. they have already begun the requests for meatloaf again. i just made it the other night- the whole thing devoured. i have to tell you tho, i do make a killer loaf. and then the sweet tangy catsup goo on top- makes it all but irresistible. yes, it's regular catsup and brown sugar, and a touch of molasses, but then i put homemade catchup in there too- which kicks it OFF the charts. i don't skimp it on there either. im generous. piling the real butter- real cream whipped red potatoes next to the perfect sliced meat loaf and fresh bacon seasoned green beans, omg, help me rhonda. i got the ground sirloin out last night and stuck it in the fridge- them fuckers always get what they want. all i want is to cash my lottery ticket. maybe tomorrow. i hope nobody shits today- we are on the last roll of toilet paper. there's bounty in the hall closet tho. fuck i am already yawning and i just got up.