dear if that is the way it has to be then fuck it fine diary,
whoa, now there is an entry i don't want to fuck with. joy to the world i have a new house. well getting there anyway. what a difference a clean basement were to make in the whole giant world of things. i have now seen items from my life i have not seen since 1994, and earlier and now i feel fucking reestablished, or at least i did until the fucking fire trucks just went blaring by. them son of a bitching heroes can ruin a good thing no matter what it is- or where it's at. fuck me stupid. i think i will now make and prolly consume a meatloaf to generate feelings of worth again. someone surely will understand my line of thinking here, the reminiscing, the contentment, THE POST TRAUMATIC STRESS, and now the strong urge to make a meatloaf- a chopped up pile of dead cow, baked and topped with sweet red catchup. somehow it all ties together and so off i go. amen.
whoa, now there is an entry i don't want to fuck with. joy to the world i have a new house. well getting there anyway. what a difference a clean basement were to make in the whole giant world of things. i have now seen items from my life i have not seen since 1994, and earlier and now i feel fucking reestablished, or at least i did until the fucking fire trucks just went blaring by. them son of a bitching heroes can ruin a good thing no matter what it is- or where it's at. fuck me stupid. i think i will now make and prolly consume a meatloaf to generate feelings of worth again. someone surely will understand my line of thinking here, the reminiscing, the contentment, THE POST TRAUMATIC STRESS, and now the strong urge to make a meatloaf- a chopped up pile of dead cow, baked and topped with sweet red catchup. somehow it all ties together and so off i go. amen.
