dear did you get in this diary,
i hate it when people ask me that shit. ima hafto go get in the bank prolly. i dunno. i might not. it could go either way really. do i wanna blow money on shit i don't need? or should i make the unibomber pay for the shit we do need? humm.... let me think awhile here... so on the agenda next, the tomatoes on my counter. i have to turn those into catsup. it is much easier turning tomatoes into catsup than turning water into wine, but it is a terrible fucking process. i think blanching the tomatoes is prolly the worst part. it is the first step that must be completed because the peeling from a tomato will curl up and fuck everything up. i core my tomatoes then too. it's just stupid not to. so ima clean my stove tomorrow and do that. i need to clean my oven one of these fine days and cool nights before thanksgiving pops up and slaps the side of my fat head. i ain't cooking in a dirty oven. and i ain't cooking catsup all day on a dirty stovetop either. eww.
