dear sweet talker betty cocker diary,
i spent my nap in the closet. of course i was in my dream and i was painting in there- but i was still in the closet. it must mean something. it meant i slept good and now i can stay up all night long. ima go to the store later. after midnight maybe- when i am sure the cuntface is all tucked away. it is in the best interest of everyone that we share the food stores- i go during the middle of the night- cuntface can go whenever else she likes. i don't see why she goes to the store anyway- when i was in her fridge- there wasn't shit there. and there never was. that's prolly why her husband always ate at my house. i honestly believed a way to a man's heart was through his stomach- and through his pants. (duh.) i guess there must be another way.
i spent my nap in the closet. of course i was in my dream and i was painting in there- but i was still in the closet. it must mean something. it meant i slept good and now i can stay up all night long. ima go to the store later. after midnight maybe- when i am sure the cuntface is all tucked away. it is in the best interest of everyone that we share the food stores- i go during the middle of the night- cuntface can go whenever else she likes. i don't see why she goes to the store anyway- when i was in her fridge- there wasn't shit there. and there never was. that's prolly why her husband always ate at my house. i honestly believed a way to a man's heart was through his stomach- and through his pants. (duh.) i guess there must be another way.
