dear if anybody does wonder diary,
i have an excuse. or six. or nineteen. or forty one. or as many as you want. there are credible reasons why i have done half as many postings this week as usual. i tried to be depressed. you guys know that. i took time out of my week and everything- changed the sheets- got in bed- didn't eat- slept alot- didn't bathe- all of it. but i never really got into it- as hard as i tried- couldn't do it. then i started my pickles. sumbitch. then harry left for cuba camp and william came and i went to the laundrymat. then that big roast and the pickles again and i been busy. i've just been busy. my bangs are so long i cant hardly see and all i need are some scissors. i will give them bitches a whack whack whack and see if i cant see better in a minute. i have stocked up on sleep and i don't need another peep ima stay my dumb ass up all day. ima go get a rat and then come back and sweep the living room carpet for an hour today. half way through ima beat out the filter and empty the can and do it all over again. that way i know my shit is good to go and i didn't miss nuthin.