Dear Diary ;
in the bright early sushine rays of morning
where birds rise up in song
the trees and grass bow in greeting
and the early breeze whistles along
...
andmytoopidtoiletpipechokedandmydad
didnttellmehowallthewaterwouldfallontomy
handwheniunscrewedthetoopidcorkwhere
myentireflossrollfellthroughwhengushes
ofstupidwaterfellontomyhandanditfeels
totallydisgusting!
hahahas what a way to begin a morning.
Yet Another Day;11:11 PM