dear dinner time diary,
if my jail keeper doesn't bring me dinner soon ima die. i really am. i've not been fed yet today and i believe this to be a cruel and unusual punishment. not even so much as a cracker has met my lips and my stomach has weird noises going on inside there and i believe to have lost somewhere in the upwards of 7 pounds in the last 11 hours alone. i will dwiddle away to supermodel weight at this rate in about prolly 2 or 3 years. i'm lucky i am a whale. lol. liposuction didn't do shit for me- i shoulda went for the whole body tuck option. i think they start at your hair line and just start pulling. fuck i dunno. when people start telling you that you don't look your age- that is when you know you are starting to look fucked up. fucking it is so weird too, i've been trying to convince folks i was older since the day i knew i wanted to be older and even now. i still tell people i am older because the age i am today is an UNLUCKY FUCKING NUMBER THAT I PERSONALLY CAN NOT STAND. so i add two or three years to it. i'ma do the same thing when i'm 47 too, cuz there ain't NO WAY ima tell anyone i'm HERPES unless i'm in court under oath, where i can lie LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE.
