dear interior design diary,
here's what i did tonight. i cleaned a shelf. oh man. i was supposed to do the dishes and ended up cleaning a fucking shelf and arranging all the food numbers i've lifted from all over the USA in some strange order on the used up lighter tray that used to be full- and then took a picture. i honestly think i could entertain myself and be happy for the rest of my life doing this. i do. nobody else does this anymore. there is nothing to cry about. i can go get a donut if i want. but i don't want to. fuck a doughnut or a donut. i feel like a road trip though. the highway is calling me back again. i need more food numbers for my collection, for one thing, and i gotta get out of here. thought about just packing up the car and filling up the tank and going- but then where would i stop? i suppose it wouldn't matter.
here's what i did tonight. i cleaned a shelf. oh man. i was supposed to do the dishes and ended up cleaning a fucking shelf and arranging all the food numbers i've lifted from all over the USA in some strange order on the used up lighter tray that used to be full- and then took a picture. i honestly think i could entertain myself and be happy for the rest of my life doing this. i do. nobody else does this anymore. there is nothing to cry about. i can go get a donut if i want. but i don't want to. fuck a doughnut or a donut. i feel like a road trip though. the highway is calling me back again. i need more food numbers for my collection, for one thing, and i gotta get out of here. thought about just packing up the car and filling up the tank and going- but then where would i stop? i suppose it wouldn't matter.