Don't touch that Dial
07/09/2011 06:47 a.m.
I am talking to Alison. She cracks me up. I haven't slept more than a grand total of 2 hours in the past 3 days. I'm probably going to look at this poetry that I've written yesterday and today, and wrap my mouth around the barrel of a shotgun. Or I could just delete it but something has got to happen I'm sure. I am eating a cold meximelt from T-bell and drinking flat dollar store "cola". I'm tired and it feels funny. Just thought I would keep you posted on my crazy taboo life. (That was sarcasm; I know I could write the worst autobiography ever)So I went to the dollar store to scratch the itch to shop and spent 23 big ones tonight. Got some fucking dollarific treasures from this place. I haven't talked to anyone on the phone save for a quick "how ya do" with my mother and a "Wanna get drunk" to my brother (who said no, he was busy and postponed for tomorow). My back is fucking killing me, and I think I'm getting a cold sore. Ew did I just broadcast that. I need a hair cut, and I got tan yester day from mowing the lawn. Now I have to piss and this is starting to sound like an eternal fucking facebook post from some buzzcut shithead with sideburns and a popped collar. Sorry. Real life drama here in fucking Peewee's playhouse eh? Thank you for your time, and stay tuned for a sneak peak at the next episode of "Confessions of a dull person" after a quick word from our sponsors. :)
I am currently Seductive
I am listening to "If I was your vampire" by Marilyn Manson and Tim Skold