a rock in my sock

dear i had my laptop off diary,

i turned everything off and laid here and waited my turn to play with the unibomber, but he don't wanna play i guess because he is on his laptop listening to irish bullshit so i ain't gonna beg for a scrabble partner and i dunno how to turn the xbox/atari thing on so fuck it then- i'll blog and listen to irish music. with this new and improved handy dandy keyboard deal- my laptop is across the room and i'm laid up in the corner of the bed- sos i ain't even gotta touch the damned thing- which is nice for the grump cuz i always sat it on his ass end. if i knew how to use the axillary on the remote i could prolly learn how to use the xbox/atari without assistance and that would be just like the day i got my own laptop and learned how to turn it on ALL BY MY SELF. oh what a day that was on craig's list.

a whore knee rank

dear feeling double in a single bed diary,

you don't need to know about a whore on her knees- there's so many of them it would be difficult to pick out one whore to concentrate on- not only that, but each whore has two knees and many needs. i am a whore, or i used to be, but i don't have many needs anymore but i still have my knees. i really like my knees, in fact they are numbers six and seven on the things i like best about myself and my body. listing my favorite physical attributes is difficult for me, but i like my left knee better than my right one because of the scar i got falling offa my bike in 1974. i think the scar on my left knee makes it look cute and my right knee looks all perfect so i like my left one better and list it as number six and my right one seven. knees are important features in a whore and ones that should not be overlooked. mine shake after i cum really hard, so that's a general drawback and my biggest complaint.

advice to ALL women but ONE

dear unwanted sexual advance diary,

a sexual advancer and sexual abuser- there are common and certainly useful easy ways to prevent such occurrences from happening and keeping those kind of low life creeps off your grid. these little 'tricks' have been known to mankind since the caveman days and even prolly even before. there are several ways women can fend of sexual predators and advances that are unwarranted and totally undesired. the first thing a woman can do is present herself in a non-appealing fashion. she can dress like a vagrant. a dirty pair of polyester slacks and a stained shirt will be sure to turn heads- the other way. she can also not comb her hair or apply any sort of make-up or lotion. remember, every offender starts out a simple man, so you never know if the one you're dressing up for might turn into an attacker/monster/hero. if that doesn't work, or work well, the woman could try very hard to mimic the smell of a fish. even better would be a sweaty fish with the faint smell of nut sack and onion, but any fish will do. when a sexual offender is attacking, he looks for a victim who will not offend him. it is the victim's duty to offend the offender to keep him from offending. sometimes, by my own experience however, i have learned that even both the above 'tricks' don't work. it is at this time i would implore you to seek legal counsel to avoid going through what i did. thank you very much and have a good day.

i like that idea better

dear i'm sorry my story checks out diary,

most of the time when you check my facts it will be your feelings that will get hurt, not mine. i did get mine hurt the other day though, because i got the facts all slammed up sideways across my forehead- not realizing that sometimes things ain't like they seem to be and even years later the truth will surface- which it did and i wasn't ready, but are we ever ready? i still have so many reasons to be thankful, and for those i am, but yet that score is so unsettled. who will even that up for me? who is going to do that? humm. it's coming to me.

you're so funny

dear working out so far diary,

today i've had a brilliant nap, for three hours and thirty minutes. it was a terrifically and tremendously awesome nap of which i will not soon forget. then when i woke up i called walgreens to see if my prescription was called in yesterday by my doctor, and get this, i thought i sounded really official when i asked and apparently i did because the pharmacist asked if i was calling from the doctor's office! i should have said, "YES," and ordered valium. i have a really strange voice. sometimes i can sound so stupid and i guess sometimes i can sound like a doctor. i'm not very good at calling my kids in to miss school- i always start laughing. i cant pull off prank calls either- i'll lose it half way through the call. the whole thing is, if the other party doesn't know they are involved in a prank- i'll ruin it every time. i am not a jokester. but now if it's an accidental prank- hey- i'm all for it.

jolly time in the kitchen

dear what ima do later diary,

i thought about it and i have decided i am not going to do jolly jack shit today. it's just going to be another normal everyday day for me. ima sit back and relax and do my thing- nothing. i am pretty good at doing nothing and i enjoy it. it's safe for me too. i cant get injured doing it. i beat the couch cushion out with a stick last night and dust flew out everywhere- now that is something- compared to nothing. i suppose i could have been injured doing that horrific job, but i wasn't, so i might try that again someday when i tire from doing nothing again. i might prepare the carpet for the vacuum to be ran. i have to pick up dog toys- all thirty nine of them. i've tried to teach the dogs to put their kongs in a wicker basket, but since i started hanging all my baskets from the ceiling like you're supposed to (SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE) well, now they cant reach up there. ima just fucking bring the baskets back down and hang my pans back up. i get tired of running all over looking for a fucking pan to cook my macaroni and cheese in anyway. fuck.

the other manly sleeper

dear snoring dog diary,

what i cannot figure out is why some nights are worse than others. most nights the grump is silent as a dead lamb and sleeps peacefully at my feet like a motionless log. then there are other nights like the last two where he has done nothing but buzz and saw logs all night and sleep so hard- even a kick in the head wont disturb him. even now, while my laptop sits on his hip, his lips are blowing in and out and he's making a rough noise while all of his toes are wiggling- he is snoring under his breath. when he wakes up he'll want to stretch and yawn and lay his head right back down- as long as i am right here- he wont want me to leave. i just wish i could touch him. but he will growl. so i'll wait and do that later.

breaking up

dear broken system diary,

during such a critical time in history, we cant really afford to have a broken system. can we? or has it always been broken? the rifts are so big in between our social classes, fuck we really only have two- the "with" and the "without." you know which class you're in too- you don't really need to wonder. i don't want to save the world and i don't want to convince anyone that i can, but i have learned an awesome trick while waiting on hold. if you've been on hold for longer than two minutes try pressing *123 and see what happens.

not to be observed directly

dear tell us what he is wearing diary,

now that all my fingers are painted again- it would be a great time to decide what i might wear later so i make sure they are the right color otherwise i'll have to repaint or wear something else which would cause an increased heart rate. i found that my very first true religion shopping bag is ripped down the side. i was very upset when i found it in that condition today. fortunately i have six new storage tubs and this is something any whore can not have too many of, storage tubs. i like mrs. dash seasoning- i was just introduced to it recently. i haven't brought it into my home yet, but i prolly will someday. all my jeans are clean now and i don't like cheap laundry soap. i am good to my clothes. there are alot of technical reasons to have a digital thermostat in your home, but i kinda wish i still had my round one. it might take some getting used to, but if you want one of my shoes- i could prolly part with one of my rocket dog shoes- but never a boot.

all in one place

dear you found me diary,

laying around is my most favorite thing. a haunting rendition of death, sleeping is the closest anyone will ever get to crossing that line that can not be uncrossed. a secret message was delivered to me- once when my eyes were closed, a message i've never shared with anyone- to leave myself exposed. if i shouldn't know the things i know- it is because i shouldn't have done the things i've done. i shouldn't have went the places i've went to and made the long frequent stops that i did, but that is what i spent all my extra time doing- back then. at the end of the day- when it's time to come home- i always seemed to make it back. i am somewhat thankful for that. i do love my bed and i always have.

pre-heated

dear things in the oven diary,

lohan had a doctor appointment today and prince william gets his stitches out on monday. whew. i'll tell you. it wasn't this hard to be a parent when the little fucker was in my care and i had to wipe his ass all the time. i think now it's worse. so lohan had another ultrasound and praise Jesus in the sky- it's still a girl up in there. the baby's twat lips bud out like a big flower. they sure are funny looking. course i never got to see anything remotely like that in my ultrasound pictures of the boys- obviously- so it looks really weird to me. i am making lasagna now because i finally got to sleep for six hours. i had a three hour nap and then another three hour nap and i will be so ready for bed after dinner. i can hear the band playing at the football game. they practice every morning and on friday nights- they get down for the game. one of these friday nights ima go down there and watch. i just hate being around high school kids when i am clearly not a cheerleader anymore. 

giddy up tammy

dear i didnt make cutoffs diary,

i think i might try harder next time. so here we are, both of us lonely. well, you might be lonely, but i have becky and i saw tammy tonight. omfg. tammy. now there is a woman right there. i've not seen tammy in almost a year and when i ran into her tonight i was looking down my shirt. i knew there was a hair in my shirt and it was just driving me absolutely insane and so i pulled out my blouse and began searching for it as my friend aimee and i were walking down the isle at walmart. then i heard my Jesus name from like two isles away and i let go of my shirt hoping someone was yelling at someone else with the same Jesus name and that is when i saw her. tammy. looking at me- arms outstretched and a big smile- tammy- all grown up and old like me- tammy. she said she has her PHD now- omfg- and tyler is 18 now- omfg- and her husband is a dickhead- omfg- and she wants to have a drink on that- some things never do change- and she's still fucking the sheriff dude (not in our county) like i said- some things never do change- and i'm supposed to go by there this weekend and ride horses with her. i think ima do that. i like horses because when i spread my legs all the way around them and grip on tight, it feels like i could just squeeze the fucker in half if he don't do what i tell him to.

red wig and biker boots

diary dear,

it's the guy behind me making my my nose smell tonight. i remembered that smell from somewhore. it was a manwhore. i see my post was a minute late and ima leave it- even though i have the power to change it. every time a down wind passed, or a side wind, or any wind passed- i got a giant whiff of my past- it just slapped me upside my greasy little head. it was the fat little man behind me who was making me wish i was dead. true, it's been some time now since i've had to smell that smell- but if you want to torture me- splash some of that aftershave on good buddy and i'll be right in hell. i don't have any idea what kind it is, but i'd imagine it's some cheap ass brand- cuntface never spent a dollar trying to better her man.

what does 'smh' mean?

dear up, up and get laid down diary,

well it has been decided. once again, dear LADIES, CUNTS, AND GENTLEMEN, i have gotten GOT. yes, quite the shocker isn't it? i know. i am JUST now getting used to the idea again myself and it's been what- a whole 19 minutes and 41 seconds? yup. somewhere between here and the cusp of the place i know as reality, i came to the realization that i may not fully understand the true meaning of life. grasping that knowledge has led me here and allowed me to release my inner determination to seek retribution against those who seduced me into thinking i knew everything- when once again- i know nothing. fuck you smart ass world. fuck you.

fuck a damn birthday (unless it's for the goat or MY KID or cuntface)

dear another birthday day diary,

here we are again. my baby brother is having a birthday today and i prolly wont call or text him or anything. i'm not even going to remind our dad that it's his birthday because then my dad will be all depressed and shit and i don't feel like doing that to my dad today either. i didn't even tell him when it was my birthday and he remembered a week later on his own and was kinda pissy with me, but i was like, "well daddy- you bought your new van on my birthday and i didn't want to bother you." since i'm old now- i don't celebrate my birthday anyways. birthdays suck. they're just another way to remind us that another year has passed and we have more wrinkles and there is nothing anyone can do about it. pass me the cake, yeah i'll eat some, but i ain't singing. keep the ice cream too- i'll eat that later- it makes the cake soggy.

we made contact

dear twitching eye syndrome diary,

the last time it happened- i was driving through new mexico about twenty after four in the morning and there wasn't a light in my face. i'll never forget what my aunt had told me as a child that suddenly and hauntingly had found its way back into the early predawn moment that summer. earlier in the summer, i'd lost someone so special to me. death is hard enough, but suicide takes it just a step further yet. i guess it was because i knew he knew when he was to draw his last breath. hard to drive miles with thoughts on your mind and when my left eye started twitching and my right one shed a single tear- i looked up and saw his face in my mirror. madonna told me long ago when spirits are trying to get through- sometimes your left eye will twitch or blink and we must, "stop so they can look at you." i did, and he was.

OR a bigger chicken

dear i paid a bunch of money diary,

if you sit back and think about it some, well hang on ima make the unibomber get me a cookie. he's bringing me cereal instead now- with a banana. oh fuck now the damn tv just came un-paused. how am i supposed to think about anything when things are loud and i am hungry. so i paid a bunch of fucking money one year for this new feather blanket and omg i forgot how bad cereal sucks. yuck. nasty. ick. i wont be eating that shit again for another 29 years. but this blanket with feathers, it's a nice blanket- without a doubt. i haven't even burned it yet. i keep it in a garbage bag every winter- and i really cant say every winter cuz i ain't had it but a couple. really my only recordable complaint about my blanket is its ability to maintain the feathers within the confines of the material that was supposed to encase them. they seem to inch their way out so easily- i prolly would have used some better feather reinforcement while constructing my feather blanket. but then that's prolly why i missed the blanket maker bus- cuz blankets are prolly posta have feathers coming out of them so other homeless- herpes infested- unattractive- dirty- scumbag- hero- fat- married- birds don't try to butter up and roost all over them.

dim the bright lights

dear proceed with caution diary,

in the public eye is where things often become illuminated in such a way that changes our level of perception. the importance of stupid things become extremely important and then all of a sudden the relevant things get lost in the shit. but then i never liked what everyone else always liked- i liked the stuff that got left behind- sometimes there was more-sometimes less- but always one of a kind. having what everyone else has just makes you like everyone else. so i guess that is why i got so pissed off. about that. fuck being second- or third- or forth. i can see why anyone would pick a fifty over a forty though. really. there is more skin to pull.

seeing the toll

dear hold on to that diary,

hold your breath. you misunderstood what you read. wait for the next post and maybe the bitch will explain. not so fast. don't be threatened, mad or jealous- you have nothing to fear. i am the retarded one posting here and you are the reader. ima be the one who will finish and you can click on babylon. sitting in the same spot all the time will fuck a mattress up and i see that happening right before my very eyes. my dog has burrowed himself a hole down here and that's retarded. get on the road but do not approach me- for i cant tell you what i will do, just let me go on and pretend as if i didn't see you. if you've taken time from your life and you're happy with what you did- then keep on going strong and stay the fuck off my grid.

that will age you

dear finding what's right for you diary,

he leaves the room when i eat fritos. he says i chew them so loudly it bothers him. i say give me a whole bag and i shall carry them around and eat them all fucking day- stay away chicken chested unibomber- nobody wants you around here. go get your bone marrow tested- or something. i'm waitin on the little weenies to get done now- in the oven. i love little weenies wrapped in bagels. they really are a snack to behold. i have a small dish of cheese and sour cream and homemade catsup ready for dunking. i keep ambushing the dirty thoughts in my mind of the other kind of weenies i could have fun dunking in these side dishes by replacing them with my radical need for food before pleasure. i'm going to puke and die if i don't swallow something fast.

twenty four to one

dear panel bitches diary,

following along very closely i have trust issues. twelve divided by three is four, oh but i am paranoid because  i keep two locked doors. you may recognize my dear family. welcome to my war room- here plop down. people kill people all the time in exchange for items in my town. like avon and jewels and money and oil. then sometimes the bad people go to jail, usually when someone snitches them out. i don't buy avon, rarely wear jewels (except costume) and money.... i go with money orders. you wont see me fighting in the street over a quart of oil. i'll wake the dead before i scrap over a worldly possession. but when it comes to love- that's a whole other deal- steal my love or fuck with my family and that is some of the real shit you're bound to feel.

zero to twenty four

dear on my carpet diary,

mayonnaise on my rug on my carpet looks rather nice when it is fresh- before it turns yellow. i am hoping one of the dogs will get to it before that happens. breakfast- get on out of here. the lines down the middle run so deep, but lines just the same. i don't know where he's at- he said he would be here and never showed up. he does that often you know. i have a hard time believing in someone who does that. i have a hard time believing in someone who seems so air headed and flighty. maybe that is why people have such a hard time believing in me. well, you and i know it all goes back to the old adage, you get what you pay for and low and behold, being piny and dumb is a big part of my act and has brought me a long way in life. my leg muscles hurt more everyday, more today than yesterday and i haven't lifted a dick in ten months. if i had the sheriff on my payroll my freak circle would be complete. it's a very big day tomorrow, everyday is a big day. if someone gets upset with me- i'll have them write a letter to my congressman- who wont give forty fucks either.

roasted not fried

dear short fingernails and a long red jacket diary,

my eyes have seen the glory of a roast cooking in the crock pot. i have added extra potatoes and i am waiting for time to pass on the clock. i am really pretty hungry as anyone could tell, but i could never get tired of the way this dinner always makes my house smell. beyond the flames of a big country fire, beyond the hot cook stove in a big country kitchen, past the tiny apartment size burner, the food cooking in my kitchen will make any stomach yearn. the soft carrots and smashed up potatoes are going to taste so good with a fresh garden tomato. my short fingernails will help to ravish the meat and my long red jacket will keep me warm while i eat. sometimes i get cold while i am chowing down- i think it's because i am getting old in this worn out town. i don't mean to boast but i can still cook a roast. and oh thank goodness because i think i might love roast the most.

my best flipper slingface

dear lining up and rolling over diary,

flipping things over before they're lined up is not how you're supposed to do it, but then what do i know? i just got up. people line up golf balls and hair and garbage cans and bacon- so almost anything can be lined up. even thoughts in your head can be lined up before you flip them over and examine the underside of those, believe it or not, and it took me half my life to figure that out on my own. but i did and now i do- flip over my thoughts most of the time after i line them up and look at the underbelly of what comes out of my increasingly dark and murky head. i am completely amazed at what i've found slithering out. it made me roll over in the land of confusion and set up camp in the basin of desire when i saw the actual strings of knowledge i could exchange from inside my own dark mind. i want more of this shit- it's like a drug. true enough, it is so hard to translate, even though it is in a language i fully understand, but once i figure out where all the pieces go- after i get all of the bellies cleaned off- i am all but certain it's going to make sense. shit, and that is just the parts i'm unsure about. because most of the story is CLEAR AS A BELL. not wanting to leave anything or anyone out, i feel myself laughing inappropriately outloud at this time, SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE, after all- you ride the underbelly of many strings.

come to my other crib jack

dear i spy an eagle eye diary,

you would have thought ida got up and done something by now, but i ain't done jack. it feels good to be back to normal again. all is well. well is all. josh came over today and the unibomber didn't even notice. i couldn't believe it. i think i'll be able to have all my friends over now. they'll just come to my other house. what a dream come true. in a perfect world, ida done this shit a long time ago. but you live and you learn. ima learning. josh sure is a cute little fucker too. he used to have such a massive head- but he grew into it now and looks so cute- quite the ladies man. i liked his shoes and ima take a picture of them next time he comes over. he really doesn't look a whole lot like his dad, who looks like brad pitt (not kidding) but he does have a strong resemblance. anyway. damn. shit. i need to split. a lid.

trudy has a fine ass

dear thirsty as a bitch diary,

sitting down hasn't been easy lately and a cherished moment when it has happened. my ass feels weird when fully supported and my feet aren't touching the floor. i won three dollars on my lottery ticket from sunday- so that was kewl. i would have prolly jumped up and down, but i was sitting so i didn't move. i want to take a nap, but that ain't gonna happen now. i'm prolly gonna have to give up napping for a while. dinner is already started and we now have clean towels and an empty garbage toter. hopefully the recycle truck will come today and we can begin a new fresh week. i dunno, i better get up and get my ass in gear.

a happy-HEALTHY- grump

dear in the market for a flea diary,

you cant even so much as look at the grump and he will growl at you. it is so damn nice to have him back again. he was such a sick puppy this summer. i got alot of nursing hours in on him. i could see in his eyes he didn't want to give up though and i suppose that is what made it so easy for me to pick up and fight the fight. it's harder to keep something alive that doesn't want to live- that's for sure. looking back- i know he could have just said fuck it at anytime and been done- he was that close to checking out- but it was all that love he had inside for his family that pulled him out of it- that and the strong ass antibiotics and magic mushrooms we pumped in him everyday in a religious routine. the house seems so quiet without hearing his mouth and i couldn't imagine waking up and not hearing him backtalk and complain about something. i sure do love that son of a bitch- even when he's in a good mood.

throwing DARTS

dear because and if diary,

if i had a dime (or even a nickel) for every time the unibomber decided he was going to leave me, well- i'd be a very wealthy whore. i would use that money to build a very safe fortress where the unibomber couldn't find me. i would have everything i need to sustain life there. no need to ever leave. ima believer in 'doing unto others' and i know this isn't always the best practice to follow, but it is when you live with them- i've found. i'm not worried about the days to come, but i have my claws out and i am always ready for war. just ask around. old wrinkled up cuntface will tell you- now i may now have exactly "WON" that war, but i didn't exactly "LOSE" either. SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE! i hope you're still enjoying that  prize!

something else i like

dear thinking about why the store didn't have my cheese diary,

you know how it is- when you start liking something and you get used to it and you just always know every time you go to the store you're going to get those certain things you always get when you go. then you get there one day and things are different. things have changed once again. you tell yourself you'll find something you'll like again someday- prolly. it may be totally different, but it could be equally as tasty. however, there is something to be said about acquiring a taste for new things. you must open your minds eye to the new sensation. but nothing is ever really the same is it? it ain't for me either and i am damn okay with admitting it.

falling out of the feather nest

dear feathers in the air again diary,

and just like that, there they are again- the feathers. i love my feather blanket- i just don't like the feathers. the truth of the matter is, i'm not missing my old burned up blanket anymore. i am over it. i am stretched out right now and mighty comfortable at the moment- i can feel all of my toes and my legs and my knees and everything. it still hurts up and down, i'm sore like i've been moving all the rides around at disneyland instead of riding all of the rides around. there is no reason for any human body to be this angry in protest of the daily activities of what the owner has done during the day. there is no excuse either and i am bound and determined to never let this happen to me again. if i want to eat like a pig that is fine. if i want to roll around and snort like a pig- that's fine too. but if i need to unpack a couple of boxes and wash a dish, by gawd, i caint be havin my legs turn into two tubes of shaking jello- man i am out of some serious shape. so. after i rest this week, and prolly half of next week, ima start thinking about people who exercise. because this sudden burst of effort damn near killed me.

face lotion

dear fresh face diary,

mrs. al told me something to look for tonight. it's eye contact. when that disappears then it is time to look in the mirror and chances are that fresh face you've been sporting around might be leaving town. or it might have already left. you'll always wonder when it happened, but you'll never know the exact date, just like you don't determine you're own fate. mrs. al said, "when it happens, you get perspective pretty fast on what's important to most men," and that got me thinking about the cosmetic industry. women put out a bunch of fucking money just to get a man to look at them- don't they? yet, when he cheated (LMAO) he found the ugliest bitch he could (prolly to relieve- or RELIVE some guilt) and begin a relationship which makes your skin crawl to this very day. yes, everyone deserves the chance to start over in life, but take my advice this next time around. don't bother investing in any mirrors. that way it will be more of a shock when the rug gets yanked away.

catalog order

dear 'i'll fuck her' diary,

i rolled through the gas station yesterday, in my pajama shorts and everything. would you know that my shorts were pajama shorts? oh maybe, but prolly not- they are just not shorts i'd wear to disneyland- not by choice anyway- but maybe i would. they are terrycloth shorts- green ones with rainbows all over them- and they are kinda short, but they are comfy and i sleep in them all the time and yesterday they got me a little extra attention at the filling station. i didn't getta hear it though and that is what the problem was- the one of the four hard up drunk fucks told my seventeen year old son after i went inside, "dude, i'll fuck her right in front of you," and my kid rolled down his window and spouted, "dude, that's my MOM!" so when i come out of the gas station i'm wondering why these four dudes are studying me like i am some kind of anomaly and they say bye to my son and left. when i got to hear the whole story i was kinda disappointed and i asked prince harry, "well, were any of them cute?" he said, "mom they were about my age and they were nasty. we need to find you an old fat guy like you like." my son- so wise- but he was sure quick to remind me how i can still 'pull in' a nasty drunk twenty-one year old.

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.

nervous heartbreak

dear show me something diary,

i have really got to get my shit together. i need to sleep really well tonight and then take a nice long nap in the afternoon tomorrow. i had to file every one of my beautiful long nails away. i suppose i did not 'have' to, but i did because i wanted to prevent a heartbreak. it's worked out so far.  i have to sleep now. i cant stay awake much longer, but before i go i need to confess- i don't think i have been this happy in a long fucking time. good night happy people.

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.