I'd grieve those special dirty things we used to talk about.

I went driving for the first time alone today. I was nervous. I think I broke several laws. The good news is that I didn't kill anybody, hit anything, or cause anyone else to hit something and kill anyone. I went to Walgreen's first. They no longer carry my favourite brand of cosmetics. Betches. Then I went to the Dollar Tree. Well, tried to. I got lost and drove through the mall parking lot and went back around. But I took another wrong turn and went through an office's parking lot and finally managerd to get back on a main road. The Dollar Tree didn't have any Trident so I got some Winterfresh and Big Red. And A Butterfinger something bar and Milk Duds. Plus I got this little kids' batting glove and cut the fingers off of it. Yeah. I'm hardxcore like that. I reminded the cashier of someone. She couldn't think of her name though. Afterwards I went to Ukrop's. We needed some rice and pasta.

Rolling dice and seeming queer; bastard love, a sick affair.

BahBah wants to move again. He's already tired of this house. He wants a new one. With a larger lot and larger garage. He's already trying hard to find one. He's been sorting through house plans. Four bedrooms. Three and a half baths. No smaller than a three car garage. Dining room. Kitchen. Common room. Office. Patio. Sitting room. Foyer. Utility room. Storage space. Room for a hot tub and a garden. Always. Never less. Always this or more. His childhood was poor and now he never allows us to know what that was like.

Stitch up my emptiness because you're the death of me.

My Milk Duds taste like cardboard. :[

I desperately desire any Dirty Sanchez mp3 URL files. If anyone has (or knows of) one, would you please be so kind as to share it with me? Thank you in advance.