dear it was going to rain diary,
whether it rains or it doesn't, the weather always does change whether you want it to or not. it was a miss for the mist for us, it was, we didn't get shit this time as far as precipitation, but as far as perspiration, i fucking stink like a drunken funk, or a skunk, because i apparently forgot to smear antiperspirant under my left armpit. duh. it is time to wash my golden locks attached to my head again anyway. sometimes when i lay awake during the night and stare straight up at the ceiling above my head- i think about things and remember voices of people who are no longer here who are dead. it doesn't creep me out and sometimes i even laugh when i remember funny things that were said. i just wish there was some way i could get as comfortable as i was sleeping with my mom in her bed. time finds me now- a sweaty cow and off to take my bath. going to see timmy tonight- the unibomber's childhood friend.