dear same shit diary,
nothing- and i mean nothing- drives me more crazy than somebody running around the house screaming. i get all balled up inside and it's like i want to fall apart and start killing anything that lives. i get really nervous and agitated and at times- i cant take it. it is even worse when the screamer cant find something and thinks it's my fault the item is missing. then- when the item turns up- oh yeah- give me a hatchet cuz ima chop a mother fucker UP damnit. the next dude that picks me out ain't gunna raise his voice or hand at me. nope. he's gunna look at me and politely say. "baby, woman of my dreams, best dick sucker that i have ever known EVER in my life, have you seen my helmet cushions?" mmmm and ima say, "no babe, but after you pull your pants down and gimme some of that- i'll sure help you look for the one that you cant find- i saw it yesterday."
nothing- and i mean nothing- drives me more crazy than somebody running around the house screaming. i get all balled up inside and it's like i want to fall apart and start killing anything that lives. i get really nervous and agitated and at times- i cant take it. it is even worse when the screamer cant find something and thinks it's my fault the item is missing. then- when the item turns up- oh yeah- give me a hatchet cuz ima chop a mother fucker UP damnit. the next dude that picks me out ain't gunna raise his voice or hand at me. nope. he's gunna look at me and politely say. "baby, woman of my dreams, best dick sucker that i have ever known EVER in my life, have you seen my helmet cushions?" mmmm and ima say, "no babe, but after you pull your pants down and gimme some of that- i'll sure help you look for the one that you cant find- i saw it yesterday."
