April 26, 2011

mercy street

dear highya guys diary,

i need to move my cow over here from my dad's house- i'm to lazy i suppose. my bathtub video turned out really good- all 53 seconds of it or whatever. now i can mail my envelope off today. any normal person would have all but given up hope, but you cant go around doing that and besides- i ain't even close to normal- i hope anyways- and if i am- well i am doing something wrong AS FUCK AGAIN. but i sealed the deal. the envelope is ready. i am sending it off. i don't care what happens- i did my part- there ain't no turning back now. i am done. ima get up early- go to the post office. drop the bitch off and come home and make salisbury steak and listen to peter gabriel's salisbury hill and in your eyes on my ipod for three and a half hours straight. the unibomber thinks he is so funny. maybe he would be to someone who was deaf and blind- but he isn't to me tonight. i feel like i want to slam him with a hard pineapple. there is one on the counter i would love to swing at him- but i'd rather eat it. ima eat it now and cut him by accident with the sharp knife ima use to core it with. ahh. there's an idea worth thinking about.