you may have skipped over the entries of the last few days, mistaking them for shallow spoken word. not so. i just wanted to break up my lines into the short bursts of information that i get from my brain, if you did read, wasn't that fun now that you know what it represents? my brain is fried. pan seared with a red wine reduction. maybe a bit of baguette with a small plate of super mega extra virgin olive oil to begin with. what the fuck am i talking about? fuck all that i just said except the part about the supposed spoken word. cuz that's the way it is. love ya, k?
doc said chloe seems skinny and i said she looked a little tubby. mean things were said and then we made up. the rest is my own damn business. so i found some nutrient paste for him to use with her.