February 22, 2011

a gift certificate

dear just do what i tell you and shut up then diary,

wearing gloves to avoid fingerprints and a mask over your face- triple dog dare you to leave cotton candy at my place. i would take a picture and post in on here- you better believe it will be on here for years. there i go- writing a scene for the movie again- fucker is long enough without adding anything else in. my mind needs to stop and i try to get it to relax- i see a psychiatrist- but the help never lasts. i need a tropic vacation, where the sun fries my face- and i need to go where clothing is optional to minimal- the perfect resort place. just as long as they have wi-fi- i will post on my blog once per day- i will get dressed for an hour maybe- then take it all off for the rest of the day. and i will make an exception and violate my court supervision and smoke marijuana until i get on the plane and come home- at which time i will extinguish all smoking material and buckle my lap restraint.