dear ain't that about a bitch diary,
i gotta cook that chicken. i hate having my arm twisted. i had big ideas for that pack of chicken when i got it out of the freezer on friday and now- fuck i want to throw it in the yard. thirty years from now people will be killing for what we throw away. i just watched that show on how we as americans waste all kinds of money on food every year and i want to do better. starting with that chicken damnit. i'll do it. i will. fuck. me. in the ass. damn. i wish i woulda never got that chicken out. damn. at this point- i'd rather be tied up to a fence and beat than to have to contend with that chicken. fucking anything but deal with that. i'd fold clothes. wash walls. dishes. mend socks. peel oranges. anything. but no. the dead flesh of a bird is what i must finger. fine. i'll do it. i will. i am. i'm gunna. right now. fuck.
i gotta cook that chicken. i hate having my arm twisted. i had big ideas for that pack of chicken when i got it out of the freezer on friday and now- fuck i want to throw it in the yard. thirty years from now people will be killing for what we throw away. i just watched that show on how we as americans waste all kinds of money on food every year and i want to do better. starting with that chicken damnit. i'll do it. i will. fuck. me. in the ass. damn. i wish i woulda never got that chicken out. damn. at this point- i'd rather be tied up to a fence and beat than to have to contend with that chicken. fucking anything but deal with that. i'd fold clothes. wash walls. dishes. mend socks. peel oranges. anything. but no. the dead flesh of a bird is what i must finger. fine. i'll do it. i will. i am. i'm gunna. right now. fuck.
