dear seven eleven diary,
heads up 7-uP. i'm trying to run a science lab here. i made a new fingernail polish color. it will match my boots ima wear tomorrow and the threads on my back pockets. suhnap. my hands stink again. so i dunno. i might call my aunt in california and see if there is some vitamin i can take for that- a stinky hand vitamin. i have that- suffer from that. i saw a plane crash once. so i try not to look at single engine planes flying low in the sky. i believe my looking at the plane may have caused it to crash. sometimes when i look at things- they fuck up. lighters wont light, i dunno, cars wont start, lawnmowers wont start, a doorbell wont ring, the phone wont work, the bulb will blow, a book will fall, a bird will shit, a lady will scream, a baby will cry, a man will die- you never know what will happen when i am around. shit happens and it ain't my fault and it never has been. maneuvering around in life can be difficult, so i like to stay inside most of the time since i noticed this happens to me. clearly this is an opportunity i had hoped to escape and conveniently my car is immune to my powers usually- except lately it has started to succumb to the extreme hazards inevitable to all apparently- even my own shit- which technically i suppose is fair- 276K later. fucker.
