dear now you're messin with diary,
i laid down to take my nap because i've been up now since about 1:25PM (where it matters) and just the second my fat- yet flat head slammed the pillow- THAT was when i realized- i hadn't posted yet- on here- so i sat back up (which was hard) and here i am- posting. if only i could smell my grandma cooking dinner ONE MORE TIME- i'd run into the kitchen SO FAST and hug the dog shit right out of her. my conversation with that one girl in washington today made me think of my grandma with the mention of waldorf salad. she said she'd never made any IN HER LIFE and i thought to myself how stupid that was living up there in 'applevillle' and then i got to thinking maybe washington ain't where they grow apples at- maybe that's michigan. i dunno much about washington- it turns out- other than they supposedly have big trees and lots of slate. i like slate when it gets wet in the fish tank. i bought a chalk board once and busted it up in the driveway with a hammer (which was also hard.) i once had a lot of ambition for a whore and now it has all changed to thinking about grandma and napping and making waldorf salad.
