dear no reason unpolitical diary,
if i had a fucking half a cent for every time i've now found out that the hero lied to me, i would have enough money to pay what little i owe on my house, buy a new car, go on an extended vacation, AND get breast implants. keep always in the front of your mind though, he only had the opportunity to actually lie to me for about five years- so i banked. increase the value of those lies- or give the hero more time- holy bat fuck- we'd be talking BILL GATES (ewww did i say BILL?) slap my hands. i've had an awesome couple of days reasoning with myself and i dont play by my rules anymore. my rules suck donkey dick. all bets are off. it is time to rearrange the furniture in my head. take down that crazy artwork i've looked at for so long and paint some new pictures. oreo's have really come down in price everywhere- haven't they? have you noticed that? you don't really have to wait for them to go "on sale" anymore. they are so cheap and easy to find- anyone can afford them. abraham lincoln once spouted, "no man has a great enough memory to become a successful liar." i'll bet abraham had a much bigger penis than the hero and that is NO LIE. SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE!
