June 23, 2011

big, big, and bigger boys

dear get over yourself diary,

i really wish he would. the unibomber could piss on a parade that was being aired on television. complaining of how his shoulder is sore AND how his finger tips hurt, i dunno anymore. really. i think i shit three fearless boys from my vagina twat and have had incestuous relations with one for half my life. i sure ain't kissed him. i should get points for that. he is a grown child. i've made up my mind. i may not be behind him far in my own mentality, but at least i've decided long ago that paying the bills (i said bills) and living comfortably come before the necessities in life, like guitars and harley motorcycles, stereos and sewing machines, air compressors and welding machines, straps and caps, buckets and barrels, motorcycle patches and door latches, saddle bags and head rags. the beat could go on, i can assure you, but i'll stop there.