dear maid service diary,
i had the do not disturb sign hanging on the door, but maria came in anyway because it wasnt locked. she has a key, but she wont use it- unless i am 'missing' she says- i am never missing. where would i go and who would miss me. i buffed down my nails again to the dull- and i hate it when i do that shit but i did it again. now there is no shine to them and they're ugly and i have to work for them to be pretty again. i am not in the mood to do anything. i have a deadline and i am almost finished but not quite. my next project is on stalking, imagine that, some people have a knack for writing about nature and cooking or babies and children, mine seems to be stalking and whores- right now anyways. i change topics at random, but i've been stuck on this one for a minute. 914 said the appetite for what i write is constant and he will always have a place for it. remembering what i learned in school- prostitution and sex involved trades are the oldest forms of professions.
i had the do not disturb sign hanging on the door, but maria came in anyway because it wasnt locked. she has a key, but she wont use it- unless i am 'missing' she says- i am never missing. where would i go and who would miss me. i buffed down my nails again to the dull- and i hate it when i do that shit but i did it again. now there is no shine to them and they're ugly and i have to work for them to be pretty again. i am not in the mood to do anything. i have a deadline and i am almost finished but not quite. my next project is on stalking, imagine that, some people have a knack for writing about nature and cooking or babies and children, mine seems to be stalking and whores- right now anyways. i change topics at random, but i've been stuck on this one for a minute. 914 said the appetite for what i write is constant and he will always have a place for it. remembering what i learned in school- prostitution and sex involved trades are the oldest forms of professions.
