Cake.

Denial.

Total and complete.

We are meant to be out of here by September 5th.I set my alarm to get up and pack today.Woke up 3 hours after the fact.I have lived in this hunk of shit garage for eons,millenia.I don’t wanna go.

My big plan is to buy 20 stripey homeless people bags ,dump my whole life into them and voila! I have moved.First things first though.Getting a great big hunk of ink smashed into my corpse by Luke tomorrow night.I cashed in all my silver coins in at the bank and there you have it! Tattoo money.Fuck eating,I can steal food….

Anyway.Go to buy toilet paper and eat your way though the fresh produce section.Burp.

Wonder what it is going to be like living in a house again?

Sigh.

I hate September and all its folly.Fuck off,fuck off,fuck right off. Oh -HO ,the despised day of my birth is upon us once again.Not only does my sainted mother, who also happens to be a guilt ninja,want to bust my bahakas on my birthday she is also rumbling like some kind of festive Krakatoa about Christmas.I am stuck in country,No tour to save me.Impending doom in ten,nine,eight,seven….

Yeah great.I am another year older,closer to death and none the wiser.Cake will help.

This limited effort will have to do for now.I have big stress on the 30th and I need to focus all my purple ,bruised, unhealed heart across the ocean while I can.I keep starting these things and not finishing.Tonight I will finish, even if the content is shoddy.No one reads this crap anyway,it just gives me something to focus on so all the days don’t bleed together for good.

Meh.

I’m acting cool to cover my terror. Am I ready for my close up?