March 1, 2011

going to see the head doctor- i'll ask

dear morning time again diary,

today is a special day. one i have waited for since yesterday. i do not feel like violating the restraining order this go around- so i made an appointment with my out of town neurologist- so i don't have to visit the campus where cuntface works. knowing i'd run into the bitch this time- even tho the other times i have been able to skate though like a whore in the night- something told me i wouldn't be so lucky this time. i'll drive. she prolly has her 'whore-dar' specifically fine tuned into me now. i bet she sits by the freakin fucking window and watches me to drive down lake shore drive- with her pointy little witch finger on 9-1-1. "what's your emergency?" here is how THAT CALL WOULD GO... "uh yes, i have this WHORE, in MY parking lot..." i would still like to know how on earth i was to have 'urinated in her vehicle.' i am looking forward to getting one of those millionaire raffle tickets again while i am up there today. i got one in pekin when i was there- but the winners seem to always come from up north. i pay attention to that shit. that is why i never buy mine here. hail naw. plus- if any of the tickets sold down here do win- they win the thousand dollars- and i ain't playin to win that. i can get that at work. i am playin for the big money- or i really don't want any at all. that's fucked up ain't it?