March 3, 2011

sleeping with earplugs and no mustache

dear no more tricks up my sleeve diary,

it is time to pack up the tent. fold in the towels. pick up the pieces. sign off. whatever. i think ima call it a night. the grump is snoring loudly next to me- it gets on my nerves. he and becky are sleeping in mirror positions right now- only she is silent- he is not. he is not overweight- so i don't understand why he is so loud- his neck ain't all thick or nothin. becky will whimper occasionally when she is dreaming and gallop- hitting me in my face. it doesn't hurt tho- and she will get the hiccups- but i think she is just trying to be me- because i get them all the time. talk about INSANE. all i know for sure is- i am glad i cut my mustache off in the bathtub earlier. you guys, i depend on you to tell be when that bitch grows in like that. i don't look in the mirror- so when my lip starts to sparkle in the light y'all- it ain't glitter- you need to say something. fuck.