dear dear dear diary,
the grump has absolutely terrible gas tonight. it could be the meatloaf from earlier. i know it isn't becky who is ripping the sheets over here because for one- becky wasn't in here the first time the stench came around. but here it is, here they are, here SHE IS- and here i am- right smack in the middle of it. air freshener really does no good for odors around my neck of the woods. shit really stinks over here. i cant figure out why my eyebrows are itching. i have checked them for brow crabs eleven times since i walked in the door. i just love when air flows through my windows freely- it is uplifting in certain dramatic ways. long hairs in my shirt make me itch as well. when i cant find them i'll turn my shirt inside out until i do.
