June 3, 2011

gritty pickle posted green

dear damn diary,

every dish in the house is dirty again and i fired the housekeeper and my kid snuck out before i woke up. FUCK. i feel like leaving as well. if i had some good weed right about now, i'd smoke it and have them dishes done in two dish loads and prolly have something pulled out of the freezer and going for dinner- at least in my head. ima eat the rest of my strawberries and turn on the casey trial in a few minutes. them dishes will just have to wait. i need to rest. i just got up. my body feels gritty today and i already turned the air back on last night before it got all stupid hot again. now that i have had my fill of strawberries- i am fucking ready to eat a tomato. i cant wait to try a tomato and onion sandwich. the amish fucker where i got the strawberries said he would sell me a bushel of tiny cucumbers for SIX OR SEVEN BUCKS. he will just flip a lid and shit all over himself when i give him TEN and ask for NO CHANGE. ima make sweet chunk pickles again this year and not give ANY to the goat. he can make his own. tell you what, i'll even write a pickle post and tell EVERYONE how i do it.... if i can remember. i'll have to find the paper i use. the ones i made last year are just now at their prime readiness to eat, but i been eatin on them since i made them. someone told me you could do the same thing to green beans, and i am beginning to wonder.