The Log Book
For the last ten years or so, with large gaps in between, i have been keeping a journal in my bathroom. The other day, i revived the log book. and it doesnt even smell.
i was looking through old entries and i found one from my 24th birthday. intersting quote- 'i am 24. i am old. real old.' what a stupid son of a bitch i was. later in the entry i mentioned that i was rewriting 'the unveiling.' why is this funny? its six years later and i am still rewriting the same story.
so if by chance you take a dump at my house, you have to writie in the log book. it is a long and stinky tradition.
speaking of, one of the consumers took a deep brown gooey shit on one of the seats of the van. it looked like hormel chilli and A1 steak sauce mixed together with bits of hot dog and dog food. the van still stinks, even after i cleaned it. and we have to drive in it in 80 degree weather tomorrow. Awful.
i was looking through old entries and i found one from my 24th birthday. intersting quote- 'i am 24. i am old. real old.' what a stupid son of a bitch i was. later in the entry i mentioned that i was rewriting 'the unveiling.' why is this funny? its six years later and i am still rewriting the same story.
so if by chance you take a dump at my house, you have to writie in the log book. it is a long and stinky tradition.
speaking of, one of the consumers took a deep brown gooey shit on one of the seats of the van. it looked like hormel chilli and A1 steak sauce mixed together with bits of hot dog and dog food. the van still stinks, even after i cleaned it. and we have to drive in it in 80 degree weather tomorrow. Awful.