dear when you think about it though diary,
it makes me want to slam a bitch. it angers me, disrupts my thought patterns, upsets my belly and makes my ears ache. i shit you the fuck not. all i ever wanted was a station wagon when i was a kid. one like they had on the brady bunch- you know- where the back window would roll down and we could go to a ghost town just like they did. now i never want to put the gas into a wood paneled gas eater. but what really eats at my soul are the haunting memories of the man who ran all the others out of my heart. fuck him anyway, that fat dickless wonder.
it makes me want to slam a bitch. it angers me, disrupts my thought patterns, upsets my belly and makes my ears ache. i shit you the fuck not. all i ever wanted was a station wagon when i was a kid. one like they had on the brady bunch- you know- where the back window would roll down and we could go to a ghost town just like they did. now i never want to put the gas into a wood paneled gas eater. but what really eats at my soul are the haunting memories of the man who ran all the others out of my heart. fuck him anyway, that fat dickless wonder.
