May 21, 2011

i think i go home with you.... let me see your arm again

dear how does that go again diary,

you know once that thing wears off that it will be a whole new game dontcha? did you picture me chewin my gum really hard and fast when i was sayin that last part? cuz i sure was while i was typin it. oh that fucking 2:30AM train is RIGHT ON TIME and i sure am up to hear it- guess who else is up- THE SNAKE. that bitch. i can still see the marks on my finger- butcha gotta really look hard for them, but i do. she is looking for her driftwood to crawl around and itch on, well as a punishment for biting at me- she will do without her tree for a week- or longer if i forget- and then i'll put it back in. she can play on her hangers and in her tub and against the lid if she gets itchy. i saw the real unibomber ted made the new again yesterday. that sucks. he gives my unibomber a bad name- this ted fella. fuck him and his homegrown bullshit. i don't know much about him cept what everyone else does. i call my unibomber the unibomber because he often destroys our property, wears a hoodie, and rarely shaves. plus, he is on my top ten wanted list- i have pictures of his dumb ass from the last twenty three years hanging up of a man that if you saw- you would wonder who the pictures were of- and he could be the one showing them to you. his appearance changes daily. sometimes i can only recognize him by his shoes and socks. maybe that is why some spouses let their spouses get tattoos, to help better identify them at the end of a long night.