dear for certain diary,
unable to recall the last time i ate something i actually wanted, i had dark meat chicken last night for the first time since i was a child and actually lived. but it gave me nightmares. it did really. i heard cracks of wicked thunder in the sky and drove past creepy cemeteries in my dream and signed myself up to be fucked in the ass- so yeah- i blame the dark meat chicken. i cant wait to get my pickles today. ima hoping the dude is home when i get there, but if he ain't, that is fine, i wont get them today. seriously, committing myself to doing them fuckers everyday for three weeks is something i could put off a few more days. but once i get them here- i cant put it off. i tried growing my own pickles on the fence in the back yard one year, but the grump pissed all over the vines and you gotta pick the fuckers every hour or they turn into zucchini and get stuck in the fence. pickles get huge when you miss them. for as cheap as dude's charging me for a laundry basket full of them- i'll never grow them again or even think about it. hail to the no. and now we can eat the ones from LAST year.
unable to recall the last time i ate something i actually wanted, i had dark meat chicken last night for the first time since i was a child and actually lived. but it gave me nightmares. it did really. i heard cracks of wicked thunder in the sky and drove past creepy cemeteries in my dream and signed myself up to be fucked in the ass- so yeah- i blame the dark meat chicken. i cant wait to get my pickles today. ima hoping the dude is home when i get there, but if he ain't, that is fine, i wont get them today. seriously, committing myself to doing them fuckers everyday for three weeks is something i could put off a few more days. but once i get them here- i cant put it off. i tried growing my own pickles on the fence in the back yard one year, but the grump pissed all over the vines and you gotta pick the fuckers every hour or they turn into zucchini and get stuck in the fence. pickles get huge when you miss them. for as cheap as dude's charging me for a laundry basket full of them- i'll never grow them again or even think about it. hail to the no. and now we can eat the ones from LAST year.
