dear eyes welded shut with cheese diary,
something sounds good for dinner, but i haven't decided what yet. part of me wants pizza, part of me wants chicken, part of me wants ribs, part of me mexican, so i dunno anymore. shit- a pancake just flashed in my mind- a pancake with some orange marmalade. i am still waiting on my corn on the cob, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, but here i sit- thinking again- watching becky watch her commercials. things are funny here sometimes. i'm so happy things stay between the lines. i look around and see the crap on the floor but it does not bother me because i am a whore.
