June 7, 2011

wax on; wax off

dear tornado sirens and chopsticks diary,

every time i eat mcdonalds and go to bed i get heartburn like a bitch. i never do learn. i need slapped in the whore head next time i even THINK about going to get that shit at 4AM. damn i miss maria coming today. tuesday's ain't the same without a cleaned up house. i really took for granted all the days she was here and cleaned like the mexican wonder woman she really was. i need to find another maria, clearly the house is falling apart without supervision and direction from a captain. i had to buy more pinesol because i don't know where maria kept it at around here. same with the magic erasers and tilex and all the other cleaners. i couldn't find any of them except the windex and thank goodness i found that or ida never been able to get on top of these ants so quickly. i wish you could get high off of lemon pledge- it smells so good. i would carry it around in my purse prolly- and sneak around and sniff the can. i was the duster in my house when i was a kid- because i liked the smell then too. the generic kind don't smell like the good kind- and really the lemon is my favorite flavor. that's why i liked my big sleigh bed a whole bunch, cuz i could polish it all the time, but it took up my whole damned room- so i had to take it down and store it- so i haven't had the opportunity to polish it in many years now. i really miss that bed.