April 13, 2011

lumpy gravy ain't for me

dear i feel guilty more than usual tonight diary,

oh boy. one of those nights again. my gravy boat sunk. i'm not going down again after it. it means the world to me when i can conquer things on my own with little to no effort. but when something as stupid as my gravy boat sinking- well- i kinda feel like an idiot. i wouldn't hitchhike if i needed a ride. i think i would just walk. maybe even if i had to only walk a few miles at a time- i'd scale concrete walls, climb fences, hide in trees, i would do whatever it'd take to keep from hitchhikin. i don't pick up road walkers either. my dad told me a story once how he did. i couldn't do it. i wouldn't do it. you shouldn't do it either.