dear make it easier on a dumb bitch if you could diary,
look, i know i should have to work for it, afterall it cost me out the ass, and i am bound by the court of law to keep this under the vest. but things have really changed on my side and there's shit people don't even know, there are places i cant get to but i need your help to go. it would help if you parked your vehicle a little closer to where i could see it from the main road. also, if you could open your windows more, rosa thinks she can see you, but she isn't sure. i want to move away soon, but things are going ok here- sending my projects via email seems to be working out in a tremendous fashion- so moving myself and becky and my plants doesn't seem like putting my heart worth a smashing. not just yet anyways- i ain't ready for those days- where the winds of change to change things, one step at a time- each day that is yet mine- for fame has yet to find me. i poke my head into the light- and pull it back in just because of the fright- and then bask in my own delight. it is fun to sit and watch the stir and watch what i've almost become. but one of these days i will go one step to far- just like 914 has warned me, and then it will be to late to come back to a place where nobody knows me. it's not like i haven't done this before- afterall- i am a whore.
look, i know i should have to work for it, afterall it cost me out the ass, and i am bound by the court of law to keep this under the vest. but things have really changed on my side and there's shit people don't even know, there are places i cant get to but i need your help to go. it would help if you parked your vehicle a little closer to where i could see it from the main road. also, if you could open your windows more, rosa thinks she can see you, but she isn't sure. i want to move away soon, but things are going ok here- sending my projects via email seems to be working out in a tremendous fashion- so moving myself and becky and my plants doesn't seem like putting my heart worth a smashing. not just yet anyways- i ain't ready for those days- where the winds of change to change things, one step at a time- each day that is yet mine- for fame has yet to find me. i poke my head into the light- and pull it back in just because of the fright- and then bask in my own delight. it is fun to sit and watch the stir and watch what i've almost become. but one of these days i will go one step to far- just like 914 has warned me, and then it will be to late to come back to a place where nobody knows me. it's not like i haven't done this before- afterall- i am a whore.
