April 28, 2011

extra apple soap

dear stinky armpit diary,

whenever somebody tries to take me under their wing, i always hate it cuz of that smell. the armpit smell. i don't like it that much. only when the sweat is fresh and dripping on me do i like that smell. if i could reach inside- deep inside- i maybe could pull a rabbit out of my hat. it could be a dragon attack. where should we go from here- now that all of the children are throwing up? and why are you waisting my thyme- knowing that shit wont really change the flavor at all. i got new laundry soap cuz i was getting tired of the smell of the same shit i been using for the last TWENTY FUCKING YEARS and i wanted to smell different. i got wisk. i wanted to smell like an egg beater. my grandma used to use it after she forgot what kind she used to use- and so it reminds me of her after she became the new grandma i didn't know. she was still grandma every once in a while though- and always accused me of leaving MY laundry soap there- so she'd send it home with me all the time- and i'd damn near HAVE to take it or she'd chase me down the blacktop driveway with it in her hand. then there'd be a brand new bottle from kennedy's market- sure as shit- the next time i'd come over. poor grandma. fuck that alzheimer's shit. all the apple pies and noodles were fucking great though. oh fuck yes.