I will be heard in the shadows
So today, August 6, 2004, I, Carmen Rose Carta, realized that I am deathly scared of pigs. Lately, the same reoccuring nightmare haunts my slumber and I wet the bed on occasion. I've been wearing diapers for the last 3 months because of my sleeping disorder. Doctor's orders. Pigs are fat, lumpy, and smell like inbred monkey balls. Who would wish to be an animal that rolls in its own feces? Not I said the cat. Natey wrote me a love poem that sends a very sweet message, much like our wedding vows. OiOi!!!!!
"If your koochie smells like sushi, you might need a douchee" -Natey
Now, I totally agree with him. I think he was trying to tell me something but if my baby lumpkins can't except the pussy I offer, then he can fuck a duck or some other barnyard animal that he has such a passion for. Who's crying now? That's what I find myself asking these days.
I'm so am thinking about shaving all of my hair except the front 6 strands because that is the devil number and I am totally gothic. I am dying the strands blue because that is what Nate says I give his balls when I put on my fox outfit. I don't know what that all means but that is what my snuffagins tells me.
Onto other news, Cassie cries when because her dress is too short. She also cries when I leave my diapers in her toilet but that's another story for another totalriffix day.
God forbid, what would we do. I'll crawl all on my knees I love this Zug Island song. It's like total funk. I am so becoming a juggaho, according to Jerry, the other dude I'm seeing but shhh don't tell Nate that I might be pregnant with his baby as in his baby momma and that's not cool. I am really scared. I should have taken the morning after pill.
Don't get me wrong I love my Nate, but I don't like the idea of washing my hair in the toilet everyday and I especially don't like the idea of me not having a job and all Nate wants me to do is strip at a club. Heaven forbid that. I am not a dirty white girl.
Me and Nate got into a two-ball-screw-ball last night. He wanted me to buy some oatmeal and I was on deaths roll trying to chear him up with my smile and he blew me away with his gas saying that supposing oatmeal will help.
I am exhausted. So I bid fellwell to you all. Comment please. I feel like I lost touch with everyone. :(
"If your koochie smells like sushi, you might need a douchee" -Natey
Now, I totally agree with him. I think he was trying to tell me something but if my baby lumpkins can't except the pussy I offer, then he can fuck a duck or some other barnyard animal that he has such a passion for. Who's crying now? That's what I find myself asking these days.
I'm so am thinking about shaving all of my hair except the front 6 strands because that is the devil number and I am totally gothic. I am dying the strands blue because that is what Nate says I give his balls when I put on my fox outfit. I don't know what that all means but that is what my snuffagins tells me.
Onto other news, Cassie cries when because her dress is too short. She also cries when I leave my diapers in her toilet but that's another story for another totalriffix day.
God forbid, what would we do. I'll crawl all on my knees I love this Zug Island song. It's like total funk. I am so becoming a juggaho, according to Jerry, the other dude I'm seeing but shhh don't tell Nate that I might be pregnant with his baby as in his baby momma and that's not cool. I am really scared. I should have taken the morning after pill.
Don't get me wrong I love my Nate, but I don't like the idea of washing my hair in the toilet everyday and I especially don't like the idea of me not having a job and all Nate wants me to do is strip at a club. Heaven forbid that. I am not a dirty white girl.
Me and Nate got into a two-ball-screw-ball last night. He wanted me to buy some oatmeal and I was on deaths roll trying to chear him up with my smile and he blew me away with his gas saying that supposing oatmeal will help.
I am exhausted. So I bid fellwell to you all. Comment please. I feel like I lost touch with everyone. :(