May 16, 2011

the end of the day

dear the times here are weird diary,

the day on blogger begins at 7pm, for my page anyways, i dunno about others. so all my days statistics start over again at 7pm everyday and that screws with my head sometimes because it just is a funny time to start over. i did a load of bleach laundry today that made the whole house smell like it had been sanitized. what a treat after the pancake syrup smell from yesterday. ima hide those  stinking coffee beans. i saw a hummingbird on the porch drinking out of the feeder the unibomber made. he got a hard on when i told him. she was a good sized hummingbird too, prolly a momma i told him. i never heard one hum before. i've never heard a mockingbird mock either. i've never heard a duck- duck, but i have heard that woodpecker bangin on that telephone pole and i do wish he would move to a quieter area. i believe he would have more success pokin his deal in a tree. at the end of the day, i suppose it doesn't matter what time it is, as long as things get wrapped up, counted up, or screwed up.