October 5, 2011

more bodily changes (public and pubic)

dear feeling disjointed diary,

i can not sit here and watch someone stir up and bake a cake on tv. maybe the unibomber can and needs to, but i cant do it. i don't have it inside of me. and while i am at it, joel osteen is a fucking idiot. i used to tolerate him and now i want to slice his neck open with toenail clippers, he and his fucked up wife. i can only imagine his hero status and i don't even want to. yuck. so i am sitting here. i thought about changing the sheets on the bed again, so ima prolly do that in a minute. there is a nice breeze coming through my window and making my hair tickle my forehead. i have all of my hair piled on top of my head right now- i'm doing my ugly time- getting that out of the way for the day. i'm washing my favorite bra right now and i got my boobs out flapping for some air. it'll be nice to shake the dog hair out of that bra- i ain't kiddin' you none. itchin' son of a bitch was driving me insane and was kinda starting to smell a little bit too after prince harry drove me to pets mart. that kid sure need to gain some confidence behind that wheel. he drives like a girl.