dear sitting here again diary,
my legs are crossed again like they always are when i sit here like this and next my feet will go numb. my curtains are drawn, but i'll betcha them garbage birds are peckin out there in that driveway still. they are all the fucking day long so i doubt they quit at night- the fat shitting fuckers. what makes birds stay in one certain area? the food prolly? cuz it ain't me. i ain't fucking nice to them AT ALL. i open my window and hiss at them sometimes when i get bored OR pissed off at the unibomber and he refuses to bicker with me. i hate it when he does that shit. when i want to argue- you better argue back or i will hurtcha. i'll get up from under my blanket and fuck you up. i will bring shit up from 1987 mother fucker- i am talking PURPLE RAIN AND MR. BROWNSTONE shit. oh yeah. but that's fine. ima relax for a while and give these sad folks a break. they deserve it. double jeopardy. i'd never make it on that show.
