September 5, 2011

scoot over buckwheat

dear waking up early with a huge smile on my gourd diary,

it seems weird typing with my actual finger tips, i could do this shit for a living again. it's quiet and soft and weird feeling. i am getting really used to sleeping with my plain ole sheet too, it really ain't much different than sleepin with my blanket that had the big hole in the middle and never kept me all the way covered up AND was thin as a cheap sheet anyway. the sheet i am using now has a higher thread count- i am positive- than my blanket did AND this sheet would prolly take longer to burn. things are really gonna settle down around here and ima gonna have me a fundamental nap this afternoon iffin it kills me. i don't want to get very far ahead of myself, but it is important to make my plans now. ima let all the mother fuckers know about what my intentions are so that when it comes time for me to get ghostly-  they don't sit around and wonder where the retarded whore went- i don't wanna worry anybody.