dear driving home alone diary,
on the way home while looking out my rolled down window at the longest red light in town, i saw ants on the median. my eyes are fine tuned trained to spot them now. i see them everyfuckingwhere. i thought to myself, "oh wow, those are some struck ass ants right there- living in the middle of the street- on some hot concrete- nowhere to go- nothing to eat- prolly roaming around in circles for hours thinking they'd moved," and then i heard someone honk at me. what the fuck. "hey fuck you!" i yelled. it was my dad's ex-girlfriend. oops. oh whale. she is a whale. i don't like her anyway. the ants in my house are lucky, i think, to have been blessed with the time they have had here. just as my dad's ex-girlfriend was blessed with the time she had to suck off my dad. her and her colony of whatever you would call them, children i suppose, who each mooched in their own special way. i've almost got my little problem under control and my dad doesn't do as much whale watching anymore.
on the way home while looking out my rolled down window at the longest red light in town, i saw ants on the median. my eyes are fine tuned trained to spot them now. i see them everyfuckingwhere. i thought to myself, "oh wow, those are some struck ass ants right there- living in the middle of the street- on some hot concrete- nowhere to go- nothing to eat- prolly roaming around in circles for hours thinking they'd moved," and then i heard someone honk at me. what the fuck. "hey fuck you!" i yelled. it was my dad's ex-girlfriend. oops. oh whale. she is a whale. i don't like her anyway. the ants in my house are lucky, i think, to have been blessed with the time they have had here. just as my dad's ex-girlfriend was blessed with the time she had to suck off my dad. her and her colony of whatever you would call them, children i suppose, who each mooched in their own special way. i've almost got my little problem under control and my dad doesn't do as much whale watching anymore.
