G'nite Purple

Dear Diary:

It's 4:30 and I haven't gone to bed yet. By the time I get out of the shower, if at all possible, I'd like someone to share my bed with.............just to sleep, of course~~~

Sleeping's good too!

You came through!!! Way to go, Diary! ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz

Mr sandman bring me a dream.

mr sandman, screw a dream, bring me a cast iron skillet and whap me upside the head and knock me out cold please

Where's all the fly girls at the wee hours of the am. Oh they're having a bm.

I thought that was love?

they saw me coming and ran like hell from the twisted thumper nightmare

Now we can have fun. The three musketeers. Hijacking a dead thread while they sleepin. Shhhh.

or is it mouskateers?

Dear diary, ever since my girlfreind talked me into waxing my backhair, and going vegetarian I'm unhappy. I really don't think the pu$$y was worth it. I mean all I do is crap green pea soup and listen to her talk about her neurotic, insecure problems. What should I do? Because I could really use a steak and a prostitute.

dear diary, i need a woman, a fifth, and some mind altering substance, any clue where to start?

Dear diary, I have a problem. I'm dating an angry parrot. Or at least it seems that way. This woman I'm seeing is the most sarcastic crank I've ever dealt with in my life. Every thing I say she repeats in this mean nasty imitation voice."hi honey, I'm home." "hi honey I'm home where were you?!". "aren't you glad to see me?" "aren't you glad to see me, you're late nitwit!!" "aww but honey." "aww but honey, where the hell were you?!" "I stopped to have a beer with the boys." " I stopped to have a beer with the boys, cellphone don't work pig?" I think she's got mental health issues with her sarcasm. Its like dating a parrot on pms and steroids.

Dear diary, its 6:30am haven't had sleep now for 2 days.
Told the doctor to take the energizer batteries out but he didn't listen...really hyper and feel like running a marathon

Dear diary, I started my first painters anonymous meeting today. I'm a paint huffer. Y know. I started off smoking pot and alcohol. Those were my gateway drugs. And I experimented with extc and coke and meth but nothing serious. Then one day while dumpster diving for furniture because I was a college student some guys behind the dumpster turned me on to breathing in spray paint fumes out of a ziplock bag. The high was meszmerizing. So I started huffing paint at first it was just recreational on the weekends but got progressively worse. When I felt blue I huffed blue. When I felt cherry red I huffed cherry red. Then I discovered krylon gold. Oh man that's the sheet! I kept doing more and more. Got kicked out of college for passing out in the deans office naked after breaking in. Lost my job at burger king because I thought I seen spiders in the cash drawer. Sold everything I owned to buy paint. Pretty soon I was selling my body on the street for paint. I was in the gutter. Then I got arrested. Well time to go work on my first step which is to admit I have a problem.

Dear Diary,I'm glad to just wake up and start the day fresh the weekend was rough..A also want to wish those Canadians a Happy Thanksgiving with life's ups and downs we all have many things to be greatful for

Dear diary.......happy thanksgiving.........hmmmmmmmmm ya I get to work on another holiday but I get paid double time........ya money is the answer isnt it

?Dear diary......it looks like my imaginary boyfriend eric has had many views

Dear Diary
Is Gypsy Thankful for having to work on Thanksgiving?....Oh and tell her I said HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!