dear main things about a diary,
putting myself inside an item i cant seem to find never helps me find that item, but it helps me deal with the loss of whatever it is i don't have anymore. i just think about myself being whatever it is i cant find and imagine myself living it's new life and it fills that empty place where whatever it was left. i wonder what it's doing now and who it could be with and if someone is taking better care of it than i did because obviously i didn't deserve to have whatever it was if i couldn't even keep it. oh i lose shit all the time. i'm pretty much used to it now. i've lost a bunch of shit this month. i lost a skillet. so lately i've been thinking about whoever is cooking with my new analon skillet and i wonder what they cook that i never did and i wonder if my skillet likes it better where it is now or wishes it was back home with the matching set. who can lose a skillet? i dunno, but i lost a bottle of windex too. it sounds awful fishy to me. it'd be hard to imagine myself as a plastic bottle of windex and having the ability of uniformly spitting a blue liquid onto windows to polish them, but if i sit here long enough i know i can do it. and i just did, but it wasn't something i'd want to do again- so i'll prolly just buy another bottle and forget about the one i cant find. the unibomber already replaced the missing skillet as an ass kissing effort for something else i've already forgotten about as well. if this doesn't make sense, ima have to fix it later cuz my shit is burning in the oven.
putting myself inside an item i cant seem to find never helps me find that item, but it helps me deal with the loss of whatever it is i don't have anymore. i just think about myself being whatever it is i cant find and imagine myself living it's new life and it fills that empty place where whatever it was left. i wonder what it's doing now and who it could be with and if someone is taking better care of it than i did because obviously i didn't deserve to have whatever it was if i couldn't even keep it. oh i lose shit all the time. i'm pretty much used to it now. i've lost a bunch of shit this month. i lost a skillet. so lately i've been thinking about whoever is cooking with my new analon skillet and i wonder what they cook that i never did and i wonder if my skillet likes it better where it is now or wishes it was back home with the matching set. who can lose a skillet? i dunno, but i lost a bottle of windex too. it sounds awful fishy to me. it'd be hard to imagine myself as a plastic bottle of windex and having the ability of uniformly spitting a blue liquid onto windows to polish them, but if i sit here long enough i know i can do it. and i just did, but it wasn't something i'd want to do again- so i'll prolly just buy another bottle and forget about the one i cant find. the unibomber already replaced the missing skillet as an ass kissing effort for something else i've already forgotten about as well. if this doesn't make sense, ima have to fix it later cuz my shit is burning in the oven.
