dear goosebumps diary,
now i have gone and done it. i have went to the next level. not only did i sit here and curl my hair, but, i also wrote a post that will, 'come to life' while i am in court tomorrow. ima give birth to it while i am gone. i love those kind. its like cooking a casserole- the kind you make beforehand in the fridge and cook later. i like those cuz it's like someone else made it. the more time that has passed since i've seen it and i forgot what i put in that post and it'll fucking make me laugh my ass off- cuz it'll all be true. i don't lie when i write this shit. what would be the point. i saw the cuntface bitch last night at 5:02pm. she was on her cell phone and driving through a busy intersection and it looked to me like she got new plates on her gas guzzling vehicle. oh the good life. i am so glad our paths do not cross that often anymore- as an insecure careless driver on a cellphone with tinted windows and and obstructed view with her 1980's hairstyle is all tooo scary for me to even think about. ima roll off the chair when i read that fucker that'll be waiting after i get home- my telepathic posting from court. sometimes i wonder who it is i really blog for. maybe i do it for myself as much as i do it for y'all. that'd be fucking weird. a whore writing letters to herself. that's goofy as fuck. some anne frank shit.
now i have gone and done it. i have went to the next level. not only did i sit here and curl my hair, but, i also wrote a post that will, 'come to life' while i am in court tomorrow. ima give birth to it while i am gone. i love those kind. its like cooking a casserole- the kind you make beforehand in the fridge and cook later. i like those cuz it's like someone else made it. the more time that has passed since i've seen it and i forgot what i put in that post and it'll fucking make me laugh my ass off- cuz it'll all be true. i don't lie when i write this shit. what would be the point. i saw the cuntface bitch last night at 5:02pm. she was on her cell phone and driving through a busy intersection and it looked to me like she got new plates on her gas guzzling vehicle. oh the good life. i am so glad our paths do not cross that often anymore- as an insecure careless driver on a cellphone with tinted windows and and obstructed view with her 1980's hairstyle is all tooo scary for me to even think about. ima roll off the chair when i read that fucker that'll be waiting after i get home- my telepathic posting from court. sometimes i wonder who it is i really blog for. maybe i do it for myself as much as i do it for y'all. that'd be fucking weird. a whore writing letters to herself. that's goofy as fuck. some anne frank shit.
