dear working hard diary,
sometimes i just know how it will be. i like those times. what upsets me most about today is how my blankets got muddy and they just got washed yesterday. hell, the fuckers still smell good. i have my toenails all ready to paint, but ima soak them first and check 'em again to make sure because ima really paint them this time, i am not going to back out like the last eight. they are all the same exact length and buffed to a perfect finish and i can paint them better than the chinese man can- as long as i can stay awake and keep from shaking. sometimes i shake so bad i cant even hold a glass. is it nerves? not always. sometimes it's anger.
sometimes i just know how it will be. i like those times. what upsets me most about today is how my blankets got muddy and they just got washed yesterday. hell, the fuckers still smell good. i have my toenails all ready to paint, but ima soak them first and check 'em again to make sure because ima really paint them this time, i am not going to back out like the last eight. they are all the same exact length and buffed to a perfect finish and i can paint them better than the chinese man can- as long as i can stay awake and keep from shaking. sometimes i shake so bad i cant even hold a glass. is it nerves? not always. sometimes it's anger.