March 3, 2011

calling the law

dear 9-1-1 "what is your emergency" diary,

"i have two, i would like to report a possible rape, you see, my bathtub repeatedly offended me beyond control tonight, causing severe pleasure- and my floor to become wet- against my will, AND the sound of cartoons are coming from my room again. PLEASE SEND AN OFFICER RIGHT AWAY." wouldn't it be nice if that's all we needed the police for- wet floors and inconsiderate unibombers? fuck him anyway- he's getting ready to pack his last backpack- his last piece of mail. i told him to go to bike week in daytona. he has that thing you stick in the back of the truck to make your bike stand up- the chawk thing or whatever the hail it is- he's to much of a pussy dick to go i suppose. i'm not goin. i'll be in new york next- then maybe belarus if my reader invites me- then maybe to the Arabs- i always wanted to sip camel milk while watching tennis. i thought i might get an invite to the royal wedding- but my invite never came. i am all but crushed. my parents didn't get invited to lady diana's either. i don't remember my mother being as upset as i am tho. but she prolly was, she hid things better than me.