April 1, 2011

cha- ching- duh

dear so you think you are a bad ass diary,

why then, do you cry then, just to get a bitch to do shit then, when, the bitch don't want to then? just sayin. cuz if you gotta fucking BELLYACHE to MAKE someone fucking give an INCH-uh, like is it really WORTH all the EFFORT it took when you CUDDuH DUNNIT YOURSAILFuh? just wunnerin? and now you want the dog to move. shit gigs. today reminds me of the day you gave my pineapple lamp away to the neighbors across the street AND made me take it over to their house. you knew i loved that ugly ass lamp. i loved it with every fiber of my being. painting all the leaves on it with the model paint you stole from KB toys and kmart was the most fun i had that winter when you were in jail for driving on revoked. i loved those ninety days. but when you gave it away after you single handily, 'bought our new couch,' and decided it no longer matched our decor- then somehow talked me into submission, well, i just want you to know- i am not that whore anymore. i can buy my own paint now and i wont do anything you tell me to do- except what i did earlier- and that's just because i took some of that money when i went to the bank stupid. never send a woman to the bank after your money. just sayin.