dear scrubby feet diary,
it isn't very exciting to sleep at my house on tuedsays, oh my gosh no. especially not since they started up that new recycling program and i am so gung whore about it. i recycle everything now. i really don't even need the regular garbage service, but they make you keep it. the trucks that come are SO LOUD when they get here and when the windows are open, oh wow, it is three times as loud. for a while, garbage dude and i were not seeing eye to eye. i was having problems finding medication to prevent my migraine headaches from stress and lying so much about fucking around with the hero- and that garbage man would pull up every monday and thursday playing LOUD music and wake me up and finally i went outside and snapped. that garbage man don't come around here no more.