09.12.02 - 6:54 pm

my mouth tastes bad. my fly is down. im hungry. im sweating. i havent shaved in 5 days. my hair is a mess. and i think tonight ill be too lazy to do the things i promised myself id do this morning. this really only means one thing. sarah keeps me clean, and i really miss my irish spring blue. i have the green and it takes all the excitement and anticipation out of showering.

and i really really wish i would have made it to the property owners so that i could have informed them of the mold, maggots and smell that i have eminating from the bowels of my nonfunctional garbage disposal.