dear immediate response diary,
all i have to do is lay my head near hers and she will lay her head directly on top of mine and i fucking love that shit. i love it even more when her neck smells good. the unibomber is having a full fledged conversation with me right now to which he thinks i am fully engaged because i am bobbing my hair bun as i type and he talks, but i cant hear a word he says. if he asks me for a book report or review i am so fucked- so fucked. my back is to him and he knows all to well i cant hear and must read lips so- that's on him. he keeps his lips obstructed most of the time anyway, double obstructed in fact, with a mountain of facial madness hair AND a puff cloud of cigarette smoke. he's done talking and back picking on the guitar playing the soap opera theme to the live feeds of big brother. i moved from the living room in here to the bedroom to get away from him lol and HERE HE IS... and both dogs. something tells me if i move back to the living room... HERE THEY'LL COME.... and the unibomber too.