dear up up up and away diary,
tomorrow is my favorite day. some people wonder why. i really really love my thursday's, and telling my reasons- i am not shy. friday's all the idiots get paid and run out to the bars- and saturday's every kid is out of school and playing in their yard. sunday's i like too, but they don't have that special feel- i fucking HATE monday's omfg and i could not be more for real. tueasday's offer hope for me- maria cleans my house- and wednesday's i rest all day to prepare to leave my house- cuz when thursday gets here- i throw down and let it all hang out- i run around all giddy and sing and scream and shout. i slip on my tight jeans- and put on my favorite boots- and then i go to work and make tons of fucking loot. i get lots of extra material on thursday's- depending on who is there- i pick up lots of refreshing comments floating in the air. then i bring them home- and make them my own- send them to new york- and weave them in and out of my spew- in my public blog to you. it feels like my birthday- once every week- every single thursday- i'm as happy as can be. especially on a safe day- that makes it even better- and it's supposed to be 41 degrees tomorrow.... isn't that clever.
tomorrow is my favorite day. some people wonder why. i really really love my thursday's, and telling my reasons- i am not shy. friday's all the idiots get paid and run out to the bars- and saturday's every kid is out of school and playing in their yard. sunday's i like too, but they don't have that special feel- i fucking HATE monday's omfg and i could not be more for real. tueasday's offer hope for me- maria cleans my house- and wednesday's i rest all day to prepare to leave my house- cuz when thursday gets here- i throw down and let it all hang out- i run around all giddy and sing and scream and shout. i slip on my tight jeans- and put on my favorite boots- and then i go to work and make tons of fucking loot. i get lots of extra material on thursday's- depending on who is there- i pick up lots of refreshing comments floating in the air. then i bring them home- and make them my own- send them to new york- and weave them in and out of my spew- in my public blog to you. it feels like my birthday- once every week- every single thursday- i'm as happy as can be. especially on a safe day- that makes it even better- and it's supposed to be 41 degrees tomorrow.... isn't that clever.
