It’s not over till you suck my *what what?!*

What?!

You thought I was done?!

ha ha! no.

I won’t be around a lot tomorrow, so there are plenty of entries to be backread and fallen asleep to.

yaaay.

so i’m being BAD BAD TERRIBLE and eating hershey’s kisses.

But damn these biatches are good!

Here’s a writing tip… just because you can put lots of commas in a sentence, does not mean you can make the sentence nine miles long, because if you think this, you are wrong, and that means you will write insanely, and people will think it’s not insane, because you use big words like efficiencies and magnanamous, and perhaps you’ll spell that right but only because you use spell check, and really what is spell check but a computer program that checks spelling!!!!!

That was hard.

yo.

I know, my diary is a plethora (oooo hype that word yo!) of mistakes, but this is mostly free form irrational thought pouring from my brain like liquid insanity that hardens into words that you read in utter *blink*titude.

You should be lucky I try to proof read once and get mosts of the crap out. If I left it, you probably wouldn’t be able to read it.wouldn’t be able to read it

no, you wouldn’t.

only if you were crazy.

and naked.

and diddling your diddle.

so I was looking at my favorites list and I was sad. A lot of people I really liked and who I was fairly new to have stopped writing.

WHAT’S UP WITH THAT SHIZ FOO?!

I think I’ve decided to leave the braids in my hair.

I really REALLY miss Baboo right now.

it’s lame.

He thinks I’m stupid and got an "overload" of me.

and here I am pining away like a lonely pine.

scented freshener in a car.

and I wish wish wish that I could see him soooon.

but maybe Saturday he said. Maybe.

That will be nice.

Instead I will crochet my little lap warmers that I shall give away as gifts at christmas this year. I estimate they each cost about  8 to 10 dollars to make since I will probably use 5 or 6 things of yarn.

whatevah.

I spend about 10 bucks on people anyway.

AND THEY LIKE IT!

I feel that I shall add colors to this entry later.

Why?

Because it’s more interesting with colors and font changes.

I lurk this one diary that is very clever and has like levels and large words and tiny words and medium words and it makes me want to read it and read it and read it and slurp it up like hot cocoa from a hot cocoa fountain that puffs out whipped cream from the penis of a cherub.

EW.

but clever!

So baboo said he is putting the pics up. He has deleted some he didn’t find "worthy" and I am mad! I wanted them ALL. I will deem what is worthy!!!!

dumby!

I called my stepmom to tell her when I’d be by to get my kids and I talked to Jacob. He sounded all sleepy and little and tiny and I wanted to just cuddle his head off. He sounded like a baby.

I know he’s NOT a baby. He’s freakin FIVE.

so not baby.

but maybe I can pretend he is this weekend and he’ll love it. He’ll love being cuddled and coddled and cooed over like a baby.

baby fever what what!

I just ate 5 Hershey’s kisses.

this is obviously a crisis.

PANIC AT THE DISCOTECHAAAAAAAAA.

fu—-

ck—–

weiner.

Did I tell you?

I’ve named Baboo’s unit.

His name is Mr. Weiner.

Now you know.

He’s probably gonna GET ALL MAD that I’m writing this.

well too bad!

Mr. Weiner doesn’t mind!!!!

Mr Weiner likes me.

oh crap, i’m spiraling.

CRAZY AHOY.

my socks hurt.