July 1, 2011

ultra magnetic

dear if you think about it diary,

the only reason we even have a july is for tomatoes and corn. damn. i may be stupid but i ain't dumb. oh hail to the no. i remain steadfast in my love for tomatoes. nothing is more profound. i think the cure for PTSD is in tomatoes, more specifically, in the seeds. i've been through so much trauma in my life. i don't write about it because i don't want you people to actually know what i've been through. i don't want the pity, nope, what i want is the celebration of the ignorance. because stupid shit happens to me. shit that happens to no one else- happens to me, be it good, be it bad, be it weird, funny, or sad- the shit just happens to me. i'd like to figure out why- someday if i could.