dear under my bed diary,
i feel like sweeping under my bed. isn't that funny? that i'd want to do this at ten at night? omg i need slapped in the eye with a BIG hard dick. then i would prolly want to do something else for a couple of hours. but knowing myself as well as i do- i figure if i start under there tonight- i'll have to finish tonight and then i'll be stuck doing it until i am done. i want to paint the walls up in here too, but i damn sure know i ain't starting that shit. hail no. it seems like we all had a fairly decent day around here- no tears- no trauma. i got the french fry oil changed out finally and ima brush my teeth after bit and eat some more peaches before they get all mushy. the grump had himself a t-bone for a snack. i left a bunch of meat on it for him and he ate the fucker up. he made the little pig noises while he ate the bone so i know he really enjoyed it. he's gunna pull through i believe. he still ain't back to 100%, but if he'll grunt after a t-bone, well- he ain't thinking about dying anymore and that's all i care about. we think he might have just got overheated on a 5 minute trip outside to the bathroom. he doesn't like to be in the elements. he is a bed dog- like me.
