Disposable Bitches

use them and throw them away! its so easy! no more pillow talk or meeting the parents, now you can fuck it then forget it!

so we meet again. blood from your neck your eyes and your feet!

so, here I am, in the business center at my apartment complex. It’s a pretty good idea to have two readily available computers and a printer around all the time no matter how fucked up Sarnie gets. yes yes, to my right a flyer, IKEA FURNITURE FOR SALE! BEST OFFER, COME LOOK! WILL BE MOVING APRIL FIRST, and to my left, 24 HOUR SECURITY CAMERA IN USE.

and right in front is you my diary. all sprawled out like a mexican hooker with one tit. and a mustache.

Sarnie is ill. Ill to the bone and not the good kind, not the kind the beastie boys rap about. I had to pull out the phone book and make some calls. This morning arrived the computer guy. The computer guy looked kind of ethnic and I would have fucked him if only he had a handle bar mustache.

He liked the girlfriend right away and they chit chatted for a time and the computer guy, aka bob, said that I had mounds of spyware. I already knew that. He said my network adapter was somehow uninstalled and that I needed the driver disk to reinstall the drivers. I don’t have the disk, he didn’t have one either.

Then I had to leave for giant before spring break test and printing of essay at school which didn’t happen cause I only had twenty fucking cents on my print card. stupid mother fuckers. I would have brought my own paper. and I know the teacher thought I was lying. she sort of has a mustache too but I think it’s cause she’s catholic.

from school I went to work were I played with donkey puppets and bonded with retired english teacher and she said I reminded her of her daughter who is an english lit major and aspires to be a freelance writer. and I wanted to say

yeah, I bet your daughter doesnt have crazy lesbian sex and drink high end vodka until she has to induce vomit so she can drink more and spend hours of her weekend creating quality literature on the teen open diary circuit. but she probably does. so I didnt say that.

also notable: your mom’s left breast.

after work I entered home and my stomach dropped. Sarnie was gone. I contacted girlfriend at work and apparently her and computer guy hit it off quite nicely and spent a large portion of the morning discussing hunting, meat and career aspirations. computer guy is a professor of computer tehcnology at ASU and a year away from getting his masters in computer engineering at the university of phoenix. this is all stuff you must know. soooooo computer guy says he will take Sarnie, reinstall XP (which apparently was shot to shit), install an antivirus program and a disk drive, drop it off tomorrow morning and only charge us for two hours of work.

of course this is all what the girlfriend tells me and it sounds fishy in a bad way so she probably gave him head. or he could have been lying and just stole my computer. his names probably not even “bob”. bob. what a generic name.

last night B&J (formally known as cool lesbian chicks will now be known as B&J for Breezy & Jane cause cool lesbian chicks is too long to write and also they are neither cool nor lesbian nor chicks. actually that was a lie) came over and we sat around the table and talked about stuff. Next semester B said she will take biology with me as well as a womens studies class. this is good news cause everyone in school hates me.

the girlfriend read a large chunk of idprobablyhateyou’s diary the other day and told me she thought I was cocky and confident and not at all like I am in real life. and then she kicked me. cause I was already down.

next week brings spring break which means shit to me cause I have to work every fucking day anyway. also they told me butterflies live 28 days, not 3. and then I felt stupid.