dear three in the mourning diary,
i got oreos at the store. they were not on sale. i had a coupon. i got broccoli and slaw dressing and salad and cheese. seven layer salad is what i am needing. fucking bacon bits and baby peas. mmm. that will do it for me. yes it will. i am tired- not sad. i am not angry- just mad. everytime i go to bed the little tramp wants out. i would kick her but i love her. i am up. one more hour i could go to mcdonalds but why bother. i got so much shit in the fridge it ain't even funny. i feel like eating now- why not becky is. she will come to bed all licking her chops. how inconsiderate. i feel like captain crunch now. becky sounds like i sound when i eat captain crunch when she eats her dog food. i chew my food loud i guess. i always have to turn up the tv when i eat. it's dumb. but i cant hear anyway. that it part of the reason i don't like potato chips. plus they are just nasty. i like cheeetos tho- don't ever forget that- but not to often- like on road trips and shit. and the cheeto dude is hot- chester- ain't that his name? fuck i dunno. who gives a shit anyway- i don't. becky ran out of the yard today. she got a butt spanking. not very hard, but hard enough to piss the grump off and worry him. course i think he is the one that put her up to running off in the first place. he has been putting little ideas in her head lately. then i about had to lay his ass out too. come growling at me while i was disciplining my girl. phhhbt. i stuck my whole hand in his mouth and got right back to her. i put them each in the corner for one minute. no golden oreo's for either of them.
i got oreos at the store. they were not on sale. i had a coupon. i got broccoli and slaw dressing and salad and cheese. seven layer salad is what i am needing. fucking bacon bits and baby peas. mmm. that will do it for me. yes it will. i am tired- not sad. i am not angry- just mad. everytime i go to bed the little tramp wants out. i would kick her but i love her. i am up. one more hour i could go to mcdonalds but why bother. i got so much shit in the fridge it ain't even funny. i feel like eating now- why not becky is. she will come to bed all licking her chops. how inconsiderate. i feel like captain crunch now. becky sounds like i sound when i eat captain crunch when she eats her dog food. i chew my food loud i guess. i always have to turn up the tv when i eat. it's dumb. but i cant hear anyway. that it part of the reason i don't like potato chips. plus they are just nasty. i like cheeetos tho- don't ever forget that- but not to often- like on road trips and shit. and the cheeto dude is hot- chester- ain't that his name? fuck i dunno. who gives a shit anyway- i don't. becky ran out of the yard today. she got a butt spanking. not very hard, but hard enough to piss the grump off and worry him. course i think he is the one that put her up to running off in the first place. he has been putting little ideas in her head lately. then i about had to lay his ass out too. come growling at me while i was disciplining my girl. phhhbt. i stuck my whole hand in his mouth and got right back to her. i put them each in the corner for one minute. no golden oreo's for either of them.
