Dear Diary,
Yesterday I got my nerd on big time. I got home grabbed the kids and ran to pick up a camera that I ordered. I proceeded to read the instruction book. Who does that? BTW, he said hello and asked if that nasty rash of yours ever cleared up. I'm just passing on the message. I don't want to know. Damnit! No! I will not rub cream on it. Why I oughtta... Woosaa. I'm gonna let that go. Continuing my nerdiness, I watched the whole 2 hour keynote speech from Apple's developer conference. To make it worse, I tried to talk to a sleepy TLO about it. She didn't give a f***. But I did. So much so that I didn't make it to the bike last night. The EBG is feeling neglected. Huh? You're worried about that too? “Me and you, us never part. Makidada. Me and you, us have one heart. Makidada. Ain’t no ocean, ain’t no sea. Makidada. Keep my diary away from me.” You've got nothing to worry about. Almost nothing. The scale on the other hand...I loves The scale, God knows I do. But I'll kill him dead 'fo I let him say I'm still fat. He black as tar, nappy-headed, got legs like baseball bats, and I hear he got that nasty man's disease. He just mad I keep stepping on him. But hey, I own him and I can do what I want. S**t! Let him try to fight back. All my life I had to fight. I had to fight hamburgers. I had to fight tacos. I had to fight cakes. A fat boy ain't safe in a restaurant, but I ain't never thought I'd have to fight in my own house! Till he do right by me, everything he even think about gonna' fail. Good thing he don't think about much. I on the other hand think too much. Hence my nerddom. Huh? I don't think you should make fun of that. I can change. You can't. You sho' is ugly! B***h!
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