April 3, 2011

muffle that bird- or I will

dear spring sweeping diary,

today is yet another milestone in the day of the life of a whore. this whore anyway. while outside restyling my hoya plant- cutting off the dead and moving it around on its trellis, i made a new friend. and like most new friends i make, this one too- WILL NOT SHUT UP, (even now) and keeps calling for me as i write. i find myself ignoring it without difficulty, but at times wanting to blurt out, "PRETTY BIRD PRETTY BIRD," just to get it to change from squawking. we bantered back and for the the whole half hour i did the plant- i have to have the last word- i think i did- but i got distracted- so i ain't sure. it is out there squawking and doing everything it can to get me to do it back- but i ain't gunna- ima be strong and hope it will shut up so i can take a fuckin nap. i've never heard that bird around here before- and the last thing we need is another loud ass bird. i'll tell you that right now. son of a bitch. we got that damned woodpecker already livin on that power pole- that smart fucker ain't got a clue what he's doin. i think he's trying to live all commercial- get a tree lil pecker dude- go old school.