infected tattoo

okay already. i'm here to tell you i'm having yet another shitty day. i swear

sometimes my shitty days run into each other giving me a shitty weeks. i think i'm in the middle of a shitty month. that's shitty!

my goddamn arm is totally fucked up. i want to cut it off at the elbow. i don't know what the fucking problem is! i mean

i'm a hygienic clean girl. i smell good ya know. clean. squeaky!

strawberry glycerin scented soap everyday

all over me everywhere

come here. smell me. taste me. good

hey?

okay

you can stop now 'cuz you're making me feel uncomfortable. i hardly know you. anyways

the point i'm making is i'm a well-bathed clean little girl

so then. what the fuck is up with my arm?

it absolutely has devastated me. it grosses me out. it hurts like a bastard

opposed to when i was having it done and it hurt like a bitch. in the bible it says you're not supposed to mutilate or decorate your body

'cuz god will get really cheezed at you

but that guy jesus died for are sins right?

so i figure when i get to heaven

right before i have a drink with bob karsnarik and andrew wood

i'll get an appointment with god and explain to him

i could wear long sleeve shirts and no one would see them!"