May 7, 2011

breast stroke

dear what was the first clue diary,

when someone you talk to everyday starts repeating the same stories over and over, you kinda gotta wonder if they know if who they are even talking to. the hero used to do that CONSTANTLY and when he started doing that shit- i started paying less and less attention and then whenever i did talk to him he would do that shit more and more and more. in one ear and out the other it would go, a swift roll of the eyeballs back in my head, OR, a simple ignore all together of the silent ringing electronic device.... i lost interest pretty fast once i realized i wasn't the front page news. i had a breast stroke. i pity any whore who finds herself leftovers. not surprisingly, there never was enough weenie to go around. beggars prolly cant choose that much, and they prolly getta choose more now. poor cuntface. she'll stilll get the leftovers. SHOUT OUT!