dear moody bitch diary,
so. ok. for real. now. you know. just by the last twenty seven (or so) posts that inside this one nowhere will read, "i am so fucking happy today i can't stand it," but ima work on that tonite. for one, i cant seem to find my favorite hairbrush. for two, i dunno, i cant find my balance. my center of gravity is off. for three, man i dunno if it is a good idea to start getting into all this- i could be here all day long listing out the shit, but three- i bought new windshield wipers for the car and it looks like ima be the one that gets to put the bitches on again. for four, i gotta drive with my high beamers on because my low beamers are burnt out, the both of them, and i think that ia awful coincidental- iffin someone were to ax me. thank goodness they prolly wont. that would hurt. and for five, i am so hungry it ain't even funny, yet here i sit, like an idiot- no plans for shit. and six. i dunno. i am not clinically depressed. but i kinda wish i was- it would be easier to just do something fun.
so. ok. for real. now. you know. just by the last twenty seven (or so) posts that inside this one nowhere will read, "i am so fucking happy today i can't stand it," but ima work on that tonite. for one, i cant seem to find my favorite hairbrush. for two, i dunno, i cant find my balance. my center of gravity is off. for three, man i dunno if it is a good idea to start getting into all this- i could be here all day long listing out the shit, but three- i bought new windshield wipers for the car and it looks like ima be the one that gets to put the bitches on again. for four, i gotta drive with my high beamers on because my low beamers are burnt out, the both of them, and i think that ia awful coincidental- iffin someone were to ax me. thank goodness they prolly wont. that would hurt. and for five, i am so hungry it ain't even funny, yet here i sit, like an idiot- no plans for shit. and six. i dunno. i am not clinically depressed. but i kinda wish i was- it would be easier to just do something fun.
