happy easter stigmata i love the JC so much i shoved glass into my hand after smashing a half pint glass. a tiny shard was on my hand and when we went to leave i pushed the door open shoving the shard into my hand, it was neat.

shitty sleep last nite the theme song from that playboy bunnies show was stuck in my head all nite long COME ON TO MY HOUSE bla blah and then i obsessed about being a bunny and not skinny enough aside i don’t think i would fair cos i have this red thing growing on my shoulder, i should have it looked at it’s probably a botfly hanging in there.

i also am very shitty at humouring people HI I CARE HERE ARE MY BREASTS IN YOUR FACE AHAHAHA HO HO THAT WAS A HILARIOUS THING YOU SAID ABOUT MY TAIL OLD FAT UGLY GUY HAHAA OH YEAH I TOOOOOTALLY ENJOY THE SMELL OF CIGAR SMOKE.

then i had scary dreams when i was finally able to sleep.

i watched this show on slice called at the end of my leash it is about terrible dog owners who let their dogs get fat and don’t walk them the guy who came to help was really good at putting them in their places, he comes in the door and says wow that dog is big and the mom laughs and he goes you are laughing? why? i would be embarrassed and disgusted with myself.

you chose the dog, the dog didn’t choose you and you are killing it.

the teenage daughter’s excuse for not walking the dog was she has a social life don’t you understand that? and everyone was fine with it!! it’s not the dog’s fault you have a social life, fuck, i bet the dog would love to have a social life too but he doesn’t have that choice, take away the table scraps and walks and he is still fat and miserable chillin’ on the livingroom floor while you are out social lifing it up.

i don’t think i will ever be able to have children because they would be stuffed into suitcases and thrown into a fucking river if they begged for a dog and did nothing to care for it.

i will think of other things to complain about while i make espresso.