June 11, 2011

working on the railroad

dear hello again diary,

it seems like just when i think i know what time of the day i like transposing my thoughts the best, why here they come again at a different pleasing hour- rushing out. shit who am i kidding, i could do this all day because i hate talking to the people here. i don't understand the language they speak. nor do they understand mine. i find myself repeating all the time and asking them to, and i hate that. my thumb is better and i am not a vicoden eater. so anyone who had that idea was wrong. vicodens make me sweat like i have given birth. however, i will take a darvocet on occasion, but honestly, pills get stuck in my throat and i don't like pills. i have to soak pills in a mouth full of spit before i swallow them or they get glued half way down and i am not joking. i take liquid tylenol for my pains. that is all i need. i used to only need weed, but fuck it. BUTTFUCK IT. time to post. xoxoxox