so it's another kegger tonite. im wearing slut boots and fishnets, hizzah! it's down the street so i can just saunter over which is good kuz i was gettin' tired of hitchin' all the time. i'm pretty hung feeling still so if i tie one on i'll end up punching a window.
we ate like mental and now i have garlic farts to the extreme. i'm wearing a turtleneck and i am sweating bananas. i'm probably going to put that fake tanner shit all over ma-self tomorrow, im turning white again. my pussy is leaking semen and my fishnets are under my underpants, superman style. i'm a fucking loser.
my dad is ripping me about my boots right now. he says ms. cher boots could those things be pointy enough. yesterday i said he had many points about a lot of things but mainly at the top of his head. and then he went back to mowing the lawn. that's how our family talks/arguments are, heavy ones i mean, you say a bunch of crap to each other and then someone says something light and dumb, suppose to be funny, and then the discussion is closed.
he won't let me mow the lawn because i will probably run over the cord or stick my fingers in there when it is on. he has to do it a specific way, straight fucking lines back and forth. boring. if i did the lawn it would be WICKED! i'd be all going in circles like a spiral until i go round and round to the middle where i am stuck and then i have to stay there 'til everything grows back or glinda shows up and is like just go backwards on the green grass clipping road, you stupid girl. you had the power within you all along. and i'm all you are ugly.
and like i use to cut the grass all the fucking time when i worked at the hardware store and that grass was slanted on a hill like major slope going on there. at least i got to use a gas mower. i'd run over pieces of metal and big rocks and all kinds of junk it was so fun. i wore my smock and people would honk at me a lot. i felt like such a nerd. i am such a nerd.