December 12, 2011

GET YOUR STORY STRAIGHT

dear post twenty five hundred diary,

be gone. i haven't done the math, but i might later. the cheese and cracker tray in the bathtub is on the menu now, well in my near future. i've been waiting for this moment. the LAST bunk bed is finally down in prince harry's room. it is so much bigger in there i couldn't believe the difference it made. we had their beds hanging from the ceiling all these years and that chapter of our life is over. hopefully the new carpet he picks out will spruce up his attitude because his mouth leaves alot to be desired when it comes to being polite sometimes. everyone tells me how wonderful he is, well, i would sure like to know when. mr. harry 'emotion' cant seem to walk through a door without it slamming behind him. i'd ship him off (for two weeks) like i did the other one when he was little, but it's too fucking late. this one is old enough to remember and he's smart enough to use it against me in 16.5 years instead of having some cunt throw it in there WHEN EVERYONE KNOWS IT AIN'T EVEN TRUE.