Sweet Clean Diary,
Today was a so-so day filled with confusion and clarity mixed with rage and upheaval. It started off normal enough, I woke up, brewed a cup of sanka and performed a self-mammogram on myself as I read up on the latest news on Nick Jonas. After a steamy shower I found myself idle so I slipped into a nap so deep that it would take 3 Amauri's brutally man handling me from the rear to wake me. Anywhoo I awoke up just in time to watch the Jooovaaayyy match where my day seemed to start slanting. I got to witness Someone Saw-Saw score a home run and then a hunky black guy from our team reciprocate. What made my day was that our coach not only played a formation that he conceived known as the "3-5-2" but he switched it to a revolutionary "4-4-2". It was at this time I noticed some blotting. Needless to say I knew what was going to happen next. I spent the 2nd half of the soccer game occasionally checking if I was going to be heavy today which ended up being the case as the game ended. It didn't stop me from going apple picking this afternoon though. I was able collect a few golden delicious pieces but what really shook me was when I saw a bruised apple laying on the ground. I looked around and so no one in the vicinity and slowly bent over and asked the apple, "who did this to you?" I didn't receive a response and once again I learned that there is no place for domestic violence, whether it be women, foliage or fruit.
'til next itme,
Vaginal-slice born-born Camerones
