June 12, 2011

he likes green tic-tacs

dear curtains that are open diary,

i slammed my elbow into the wall and it sucked. now my thumb and my elbow hurt on the same arm so i wont be bowling this week. and that is funny because i am a master bowler- in my dreams. my dad is the bowler in the family- he has trophies and everything. his league bowled on tuesday nights and as a matter of fact- that is where i got my first kiss ever- on a tuesday night at the eldorado bowl behind the pac-man machine. his name i feel totally comfortable writing completely out because it is one of those kind of names that sound fictitious anyway, brian smith. man, i'll tell you what, brian smith set the bar high, he was king of the kissing rodeo. we kissed every tuesday until i got a real boyfriend, you know and quit going bowling with my dad. and when they finally tore that old bowling alley down a few years ago- part of me got really sad. but by then i was across the street kissing the mouth of your worthless husband hero fag. so oh well- another moment of my personal hell- SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE- just life in a perfect world.