dear picking up lint diary,
i never realized how volatile little fuzzy pieces of fabric were. i mean wow. but anyway things are really heating up around here. i threatened to go to the bank and the unibomber blew a fuse. fucking snapped. he started playing mexican music to the big brother feeds and everything. i figured this was indeed a good time to post and then maybe slip off to take a bath and then hope the money i pried from his tight little ass will be still where i hid it when i get out of the bath. i don't like him. i need gas and a meat roll for the dog. how much does he think will be left? he really gets on my nerves and while i do my damnedest to get on his- it never does seem to be quite enough. i could still go to the bank anyway. he's so dumb.
