April 8, 2011

spooning- an afternoon excersize

dear there ought to be a law diary,

thank goodness there ain't. i would be in the poky. but so would he. for being either paranoid or flat ate the fuck up with stupid- or both. it did work tho- bitch has been out there the last 45 minutes looking for a dent in that bike. i fucking knew he was reading my shit. ima hafto hide from now on when i blog. just like everything else- i cant have nothing. but you know what? fuckit. is it gunna hurt him to know how i really feel? LMAO. what's he gunna do? leave? i got a cactus splinter poker needle in the back of my knuckle hurting me like a savage beast. i know that is what it is because i cant see it- but it is there. i feel it. omg i am so nervous- i ate spaghetti. can you believe that? without thinking about it- i wooofed it down- with a spoon. i like spoons. whoever invented the fork- i dunno- i think they were greedy. i like to be spoon fed. spoon food is better. think about it. the food that goes in a spoon has more flavor and is more satisfying and is usually hotter. man- that cactus fucked me up. really all food can fit in a spoon if you want it to- but food that belongs in a spoon is the absolute best. plus, they are pretty to look at- and make nice gifts.