February 21, 2011

smashing pumpkins or dead prezidents

dear dead presidents diary,


it was so nice of you to claim your place in history and allow us to have the day off to meditate. i for one had the best dream ever- full of relaxation and colors rarely ever seen or felt in my dreams. my left hand is itching like mad- fucking mad. we need more holiday's in march. i have my own personal few, but the public needs more than st. patrick's day. we need a holiday where the mail doesn't go and the kids are out of school. march is a long month- in the 31 club. i know spring starts in march- on destiny's birthday- SHOUT OUT DESTINY- and usually the tulips start pokin through- i love my black tulips- you got cuntface's birthday- SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE- and the city employee's birthday- SHOUT DOWN CITY EMPLOYEE- and tt's birthday- SHOUT OUT 'TT'- and my brother's ex 'dks' SHOUT OUT DKS- who i miss and love very much even still. ooh i just remembered i have a salad in the fridge. oh my- SHOUT OUT TO THE SALAD IN MY FRIDGE.