so far today’s plan of detox has failed. fuckin’ holidays.

a dog is barking in the alley and it is quite loud, the little focker could be in the closet. though, it’s so damn cold out, if i was out there myself, tied to a lamp post, i wouldn’t be making polite conversation to passersby like a collar on me ain’t no thang and my cunty owners are staring out at me while they dip their fancy bread in olive oil, wearing matching asshole sweaters and talk about how much they love me.

fuck them! BARK BARK BARK RAWAAAAAOOOORR BARK BARKITY BARK FUUUUUUUCK!

i got in trouble for writing about that girl and making her out to be a big town drunk because sean shit-disturbed and i show up and adan is all yo dood she read that shit and i’m like serious? and he’s all yeh and i’m all fuuuuck and sean is all yeh guy she printed that shit and has it in her purse! and i’m all yo what the bloody fuck why you’s gotsta start ruckus dood i came here for holiday festivities wha’gwan and girl be all yo my sober friends know me a different way, seen? and i’m all bloop bloop f this soap opera noise, i’m outtie, PAYCE! you’s gotsta understand, aiight, i write things in an amusing light, ya’s ain’ts gotsta feel all like entertainment fodder for my peeps and shit i had notteeng else to write ’bout, dig? and she’s like, werd.

and then we talked about christmas shopping.