dear coffee drinkers diary,
good mourning. it is the noisy day at my house. garbage day. so we don't just have one noisy ass truck that stops to make all that racket- we have two now. two trucks with air brakes and a high revved up motors. retards. now my whole damn house will be up. suck my twat. i slept good for THE FIRST TIME in days last night. can i get a round of applause. thank you- thank you very fucking much. i was really getting pissed off about that shit. my blanket is destroyed. the hole is all the way in the middle of it and rips every time i roll over now. nothing covers my legs. i may sew a sheet to it this afternoon because i am not giving up on it yet. it ain't over. i can still faintly see the fish on the fabric. it has not decomposed yet. can something decompose while it is still in use? uncertain, but i would assume. i am going to make a meatloaf today for my people. william is coming and my dad loves my meatloaf- so i thought i'd surprise everyone with a 3 pound loafer. i will put tons of the magic sauce on top and everyone will go apeshit- like always- and i will smile. my mom made some nasty meatloaf. she had to know it was nasty. i know when i make shit that is nasty, so i feel like my mom must have known her meatloaf was nasty, her fried chicken was SUPER NASTY, and omg the salmon patties- BARF. really all my mom's food was icky because she cooked new shit all the time and always used a cookbook. i don't like cookbook food. i like regular food with gravy. that's why i liked going to grandma's house where there were no cookbooks and they burnt the garbage.
good mourning. it is the noisy day at my house. garbage day. so we don't just have one noisy ass truck that stops to make all that racket- we have two now. two trucks with air brakes and a high revved up motors. retards. now my whole damn house will be up. suck my twat. i slept good for THE FIRST TIME in days last night. can i get a round of applause. thank you- thank you very fucking much. i was really getting pissed off about that shit. my blanket is destroyed. the hole is all the way in the middle of it and rips every time i roll over now. nothing covers my legs. i may sew a sheet to it this afternoon because i am not giving up on it yet. it ain't over. i can still faintly see the fish on the fabric. it has not decomposed yet. can something decompose while it is still in use? uncertain, but i would assume. i am going to make a meatloaf today for my people. william is coming and my dad loves my meatloaf- so i thought i'd surprise everyone with a 3 pound loafer. i will put tons of the magic sauce on top and everyone will go apeshit- like always- and i will smile. my mom made some nasty meatloaf. she had to know it was nasty. i know when i make shit that is nasty, so i feel like my mom must have known her meatloaf was nasty, her fried chicken was SUPER NASTY, and omg the salmon patties- BARF. really all my mom's food was icky because she cooked new shit all the time and always used a cookbook. i don't like cookbook food. i like regular food with gravy. that's why i liked going to grandma's house where there were no cookbooks and they burnt the garbage.
