dear 'i am a cunt' diary,
oh yes i am. and i have a delicious one that you get no part of. how about those apples my little fruitless cake? now why don't you saddle up cowboy and take your bones to town? i have two eyes and what do i see? but a big hairy butthole looking at me. i try to be nice and do what i can- but i think its time to get a moving van. it is all that hair around that mouth- i am sure at any moment a turd will come out- and then here it comes- you call me those names- from the bed where love is to be made- you'd rather play games. dude- if you pucker your lips, one doesn't have to imagine real hard- it looks JUST like the grumps asshole when he shits in the yard. i wouldn't have noticed- but your attitude made me- and i cant take much more- this shits gunna break me. i am only awake about four hours a day- and in those minutes i wish you would go away. instead of getting better- it seems to be getting worse- like while i am asleep you practice and rehearse. if you're trying to get under my skin- you are under every imaginable place- i cant take much more of you in my fucking face. it is hard to look at you- i cant even talk to you. if i didn't have becky and the grump and my son here- i wouldn't know what to do. i don't want to hurt anyone- i am just going crazy. i want you to wake up now and get up out of my bed- i want you to come sit in your chair and shave your fucking head. boys don't wear ponytails on their chins or in the back- omg no- you look like a bobble head that's been smoking crack. that is really all i have to say- if you are just trying out for a part- then by all means- leave it that way.
oh yes i am. and i have a delicious one that you get no part of. how about those apples my little fruitless cake? now why don't you saddle up cowboy and take your bones to town? i have two eyes and what do i see? but a big hairy butthole looking at me. i try to be nice and do what i can- but i think its time to get a moving van. it is all that hair around that mouth- i am sure at any moment a turd will come out- and then here it comes- you call me those names- from the bed where love is to be made- you'd rather play games. dude- if you pucker your lips, one doesn't have to imagine real hard- it looks JUST like the grumps asshole when he shits in the yard. i wouldn't have noticed- but your attitude made me- and i cant take much more- this shits gunna break me. i am only awake about four hours a day- and in those minutes i wish you would go away. instead of getting better- it seems to be getting worse- like while i am asleep you practice and rehearse. if you're trying to get under my skin- you are under every imaginable place- i cant take much more of you in my fucking face. it is hard to look at you- i cant even talk to you. if i didn't have becky and the grump and my son here- i wouldn't know what to do. i don't want to hurt anyone- i am just going crazy. i want you to wake up now and get up out of my bed- i want you to come sit in your chair and shave your fucking head. boys don't wear ponytails on their chins or in the back- omg no- you look like a bobble head that's been smoking crack. that is really all i have to say- if you are just trying out for a part- then by all means- leave it that way.
