the blood stained cotton center

dear business as usual diary,

it's a new year with an old ass attitude and i went to bed last night and i cant find anything today. i sliced my thumb open last night before retiring and then found the coolest ancient bandaid i wished i'd never opened. the bandaid has been hanging around in my shit for years, prolly the only one in the house, but i knew where it was and needed one pretty bad so i went right to it. it's a weird bandaid and i personally have never seen one like it. it may have very well been worth money as an antique. it has one regular end and one really long stupid end and wrapped around my thumb like who done it. while it was never a question of who actually done it, and it didn't feel better after i did it until after i put the bandaid on it. it has been quite some time since i've sported the look of a bandaid, but i feel really cool, especially since you can see the image of my blood coming through all that extra tape and everything. i have decided to save the bandaid when i take it off my finger. it might still be worth money and it might even be worth more someday when there is an increase demand for blood from old dried up whores.