March 16, 2011

onion pits & pouty lips

dear resting so comfortably diary,

with becky asleep between my legs it is really hard to move or do anything because i really don't want to wake her up and she needs her sleep. she is so beautiful when she sleeps- it almost makes me cry sometimes when i watch her- she is that pure. the sound of her taking air into her little body- omg- is like a dream. it is like pudding in a clean dish. i cant explain it and i sure as hell ain't gunna try. she's up now- doing other cute things- which she does allot of- i'll tell you. i wish i had ten more just like her, but prolly eight of them would turn out like the grump. that would suck. so forget i even said that. i am bored tonite. my armpits stink. at least i think it's me- i dunno. i don't care really, at some point i might- but i just put on a sweater and said fuck it. i cant even believe i am still awake. up since three. something must be wrong with me.