September 4, 2011

a radical departure

dear in the pages of the rafters diary,

my legs feel like jello and i prolly wont be able to move in the middle of the night when it comes time to pee. as soon as them fucking legs of mine start to set up- i'll be a hurtin mother fucker. i'll be walking like there is a cob stuck up my ass. i am just about worn completely out. something strange happened in the woods tonight when we pulled over along the way home from the store. i didn't even want to go to the store, again, but sometimes you gotta do certain things you don't necessarily set out to do when you first wake up in the morning. like residential burglary- for instance- betcha some people wake up and don't hop out of their beds to run and go do that- but maybe some do. i finally did take a bath- man oh man did i need that. now i just need to clean the tub. i didn't want to go to bed early without posting a late and single post for the day. being so busy- i didn't get the chance to post and didn't even want to.