fumblinglust's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Murder = Good Oh my god, I had a shitty day. Is hiring someone to murder your roommate really a terrible thing? You see, I use this old washcloth to wash off my make up each night. It's raggity and perpetually stained with black mascara, but I love it. I hang it in the shower every night to dry flat, and I guess my roommate doesn't know I use it on my lovely face because last night (and previous nights before) she used it to wipe away her nasty just shaved pubes. So when I go to rinse it out in my nice hot sink full of water, I look down (and thank god I looked) and see my nice hot water has turned into a floating pube bath. WHY CAN'T SHE GET HIT BY A BUS?!! I went up to Volunteer Park today. It's so lush and green up there. It would have been so peaceful and lovely is the roommate hadn't tagged along. I swear to god, she NEVER shuts the hell up. I need fucking silence. I am going crazy. Heed my warnings, I might poisen her. I'm not kidding. P.S. I am crazy lonely. 12:58 a.m. - 2003-07-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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