can, open, worms - everwhere!
[24 November, 2004 typed at 10:38 p.m.]

the rain has stopped and im finally out of bed and missing csi:ny (again, but it's really not the best of the csi's so i can afford to miss it)

and to be blaintly honest i'd rather have someone else in my bed with me, but that wasnt a possibility now, was it? nor will it be fore a while, it's seems i coulldn't even ask you to come in for a bit, because your brother was in the car....not that that seemed to matter considering the silent treatment i got!

and what did i do to deserve it? ooh i think i did everythink you and others asked of me today, maybe that was the problem, i was too nice....i dont understand why i wasnt spoken to, and then when i was it was two seconds before you put the car in drive and then fucked off down the road (oooh incase you're wondering that reason alone is why my phone is off!)

and before you think im opening up a can of worms of emptying our dirty laundry, you've got it all wrong, im airing my dirty laundry just as you have, but you get away with it more, you dont let me!

what the fuck did i do, to deserve being left out front of my living quarters in the fucking cold? tell me what i did to set you off, oh no thats right, i didnt set you off, someone else did while buying you shoes....

so a "fucking asshole" huh? then what the hell does that make mine?
compare darling and tell me which one you'd rather have, maybe we can swap and make a nice new reality tv series!!

you asked me if i was taking some donuts, to which i replied "no, i dont want any"
why? because i eat fucking 12 in a day and then i gain weight, and guess what, i already think im fat so the last thing i need is a donut that has the equivilant fat as a fucking big mac....
hey and guess what, readers i know im not "fat" but guess what, i think i am ok, i have more weight on me then i ever have before (ever) to me that classifies me as being fat, ok!
(which i'll soon do sumthink about)

i've said what i needed to say, and from now, my phone will be on, and your diarty page is waiting for a good bashing......me?

i've been fixing things for a while now, i sure did my share in london, here's your chance to tell me whats going on and where you wanna take this

in other news, i was greatly overwhelmed when i read ashes-lashes diary to find that im the friend that she thinks of as 'the writer'
im glad this dribble and other poetry makes me a writer, maybe that will be happening here more often, with actual thoughts, no more half-assing around

end - bring on the cold snow

away + towards