dear morning time in bloggerville diary,
now when i get up i have forty one comments to moderate before i can post. if i didn't have it set up like that though, i'd fucking miss them. i would. it trips me out when people read and then comment on my old shit, really it trips me out when the old shit is even read- cuz that means they went diggin. but i suppose that is what it's there for- to dig in. i dig around in other peoples old shit when i go blog sailing- but usually they don't have the amount of garbage to sort through- like i do. ima try really hard to stay on topic today. yesterday, well, yesterday was so fun, but today ima try really hard (i said hard) to just have a normal day and think about things that a normal whore would obsess upon. my armpits, maybe a haircut, and i never did get that chicken salad sammich i wanted so badly- so i think i will try for one of those. good morning kids. i'll be up for a minute anyway.
now when i get up i have forty one comments to moderate before i can post. if i didn't have it set up like that though, i'd fucking miss them. i would. it trips me out when people read and then comment on my old shit, really it trips me out when the old shit is even read- cuz that means they went diggin. but i suppose that is what it's there for- to dig in. i dig around in other peoples old shit when i go blog sailing- but usually they don't have the amount of garbage to sort through- like i do. ima try really hard to stay on topic today. yesterday, well, yesterday was so fun, but today ima try really hard (i said hard) to just have a normal day and think about things that a normal whore would obsess upon. my armpits, maybe a haircut, and i never did get that chicken salad sammich i wanted so badly- so i think i will try for one of those. good morning kids. i'll be up for a minute anyway.
