March 4, 2011

fishing for answers

dear i am really up now diary,

but that still doesn't mean i would make a good surgeon. waitress maybe... surgeon... no. i wouldn't make a good waitress either really because of my hair- it always gets in my own food. hair in food makes me sick- unless its mine. i know my hair, it's four foot long and blond and looks like fishing line. you know, i never realized how many trains we have that run through here every night. there must be one every hour at least. if i lived a half a block closer- that shit would drive me insane. i am looking around at my clutter filled house. ima have to do something drastic here. it's gettting bad. this winter was hard on the clutter- more than usual. seems like i am hanging on to anything with meaning. there is no meaning when the message ain't good. i think even i can figure that much out.