dear no worries diary,
after all of my inappropriate behaviors one might ask, "whore... what is the one thing you have learned from your experience that you could take most with you from all of this?" i would humbly ask for a few moments to collect my thoughts and organize my words to speak out loud and then i would clear my throat and proudly announce, "i am retarded, and i have an extremely sweet pussy, and i am not a whore like i once thought i was." i thought i could grow into the label, but it ain't gunna work out for me. turns out, thinking is what proved to be most difficult of the processes, for me anyway, hence the willingness to accept being retarded so easily. is that a talking dog?