should be getting the package of all my backed up mail in tomorrow. i have a twisty turny feeling that with my backed mail there will be a letter from her in it. if there is i don’t even know if i’ll read it. i’ll just possibly burn it when i see it. if there is a letter it is going to upset my whole fucking day.
you should forward it to me and i’ll take care of it.
I chew straws like crazy.
I can only wear certain socks and although the socks don’t have to match the HAVE to be the same type. I can’t even force myself to put on two different types of socks.
I’m a very picky eater…I could go on forever…
So, is that what you call a getaway? Well tell me what you got away with. Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish. I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids. Have another drink and drive yourself home. I hope there’s ice on all the roads. And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield.