dear i'm there diary,
ima clobber the unibomber for moving my bathtub. i just hate it where it is now. oh now shit, hang on, i need a q-tip, brb. my brain was draining again. what do you guys think about getting a new phone? do i need one? i think i do okay with the one i have now, but i can get a free upgrade. i love my cell phone company. i think i loved them more when i was a cheating whore- because all of my incoming calls were (and still are) free. and since i NEVER called the hero- i never used any minutes on the tiny dick fucker. at least i have that. i did text the fat fucker though, but i text anyone. i'm a friendly texter. i'd rather text than talk anyway. diving into the psyche of a whore, you will usually find the softest of personalities. i ain't a perfect person and never claimed to be, but i welcome baggage because i am a sucker for lifetime souvenirs. it doesn't bother me if you have baggage- or luggage- i display mine like decoration and laugh at it as often as possible. when the shame rushes in- i wash it away with the smiles of what i know is nothing in comparison to what it could have been. my head spins with the importance it was all given. but you get into the process of what makes sense and what doesn't and when you observe the current situation and remember the images from the past, with all due respect, i am quickly reminded of how history repeats itself. painting that not-so-pretty picture, just now, i bow my head in disgrace. i shake my head is disbelief. i put forth my bestest evidence. i have no doubt in my mind.
ima clobber the unibomber for moving my bathtub. i just hate it where it is now. oh now shit, hang on, i need a q-tip, brb. my brain was draining again. what do you guys think about getting a new phone? do i need one? i think i do okay with the one i have now, but i can get a free upgrade. i love my cell phone company. i think i loved them more when i was a cheating whore- because all of my incoming calls were (and still are) free. and since i NEVER called the hero- i never used any minutes on the tiny dick fucker. at least i have that. i did text the fat fucker though, but i text anyone. i'm a friendly texter. i'd rather text than talk anyway. diving into the psyche of a whore, you will usually find the softest of personalities. i ain't a perfect person and never claimed to be, but i welcome baggage because i am a sucker for lifetime souvenirs. it doesn't bother me if you have baggage- or luggage- i display mine like decoration and laugh at it as often as possible. when the shame rushes in- i wash it away with the smiles of what i know is nothing in comparison to what it could have been. my head spins with the importance it was all given. but you get into the process of what makes sense and what doesn't and when you observe the current situation and remember the images from the past, with all due respect, i am quickly reminded of how history repeats itself. painting that not-so-pretty picture, just now, i bow my head in disgrace. i shake my head is disbelief. i put forth my bestest evidence. i have no doubt in my mind.