dear looking out my window with my legs crossed diary,
that is what i am doing now. just sitting here watching the birds eat. my dad says they are turtle doves. i say they are garbage pigeons. i hate them fat fucking birds because they shit everywhere. there's always two OR more of them in the driveway next door bellyaching. i got to cut all the grumps toenails yesterday, well last night actually. he let me. i used to have to take him to the vet and have him put to sleep til i finally got up enough courage to do it myself because the unibomber wont do shit. he wouldn't do anything with the kids either, but we don't need to get into that shit now i suppose. i got tired of paying almost sixty dollars to get his nails cut, so one day i fucking just said, "FUCK YOU BUDDY." and i've been doing it ever since. oh he will growl and put on this big show sometimes, but fuck him, he ain't bit me yet for that. no he saves biting me for when we go for a walk and i try to get him to leave the yard- you know- something painful like that.
