April 28, 2011

cut your banana (in half)

dear sing a song diary,

i am so glad i am awake today. i am. i want to sing a song by pearl jam. i don't care which one- i like them all. i tracked my package and it is in the state it is supposed to be in (AMAZING) and i'd say i am at a loss for words- but i am not. i'm just about ready to piss myself with excitement- that's all. and then, there is tomorrow. yes, tomorrow. my last appearance in court. everything i was supposed to do is done. i dare say, i am a good little prisoner. now, unless cuntface (SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE AND KIDNEY CUNTFACE) comes to court with another bag of lies, for instance, she could show up and say i have made a nest in a tree by her north side bi-level home she no longer shares with her under-endowed city employee wanna be hero husband- and that i now reside in said tree and continuously blog from that tree day and night- and she is 'mortified' to leave her home- and chances are the states attorney (who prolly banged her husband too) will present this info to the judge- who wont believe it- but will listen- for 13 pages of transcript- just to get a laugh later i suppose. and i will have to sit there and not say ONE word and it is so hard. so hard. but i will. i am. and i do. but i'll just smile and know- that banana ain't even half a banana. oh how i wish i could take credit for that.