May 15, 2011

peel your orange eyes

dear hammer diary,

my knee has a cramp in it and would prolly hurt less if i smashed it with a hammer. but i wont because i am a chicken shit and i cant hurt myself like some of those crazy bitches can. SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE. i am more of a 'chase you around the house with a knife' type gal- really. and i ain't had a good dose of that in a few many years, so it is high time for a crime scene (if you know what i am sayin.) i saw a live action crime scene the other night after i dropped rosa off from work. omg that reminds me, guess what the TINY little girl told her SMALLER sister when i arrived as they played on the front porch? she said in the SWEETEST little LOUD ASS voice after the smallest girl said hello to me, "DON'T BE TAWKIN TO DAT WHITE GURL." i about fucking died laughing. i looked in my rear view mirror at my reflection and fluffed my bangs and thought in my head, WITH A LOUD HEAD VOICE, "YEAH, DATS YOU. YOU DUH WHITE GURL." why would a little three year old tell a little two year old not to talk to the white girl. i was glad to still be a girl though to a three year old and not an old lady. whew. passed that test. betcha shedda chose her words a bit differently had it of been old CUNTFACE sittin there. i'd bet my life on it. i never did find out what that crime scene tape was about around the trees, but i didn't read of any 46 year old women choking to death while visiting over at their friend shiela's house either. shame on it.