swinging a trumpet

dear run for the roses diary,

i fucking love dan fogelberg. i would appreciate it if that just stays here on this page- but i like his music- his lyrics are fucking heartfelt and squeeze me right down to the inner core. his music makes me want to fry chicken in the magic skillet. i think it is the trumpet that gets me. i want to go fishing this spring too. but i still cant touch the worm, so i'll either use bologna or bread rolled up. sometimes i am such a girl it pisses me off. oh my God- such a girl. causing pain makes me pass out. i couldn't even spank the kids. if i were a serial killer- well- i'd get caught after the first one- because i would lose consciousness- prolly before my victim was dead. it's like this defect i have. i dunno what it is- i was born with it. i cant give the dogs shots or anything. i cant give people shots either- like insulin- or watch iv's get started or blood drawn. oh it is very entertaining to watch me go down- i am sure- but it's not so fun waking up on the floor and filling out the accident report. i can swing my fucking fists tho- hail to the yes. i guess my brain knows i ain't gunna do nothing but break a nail doin all that.