home improvement to clean up, to organize, to something ize my life. sean “the tool man Taylor” has helped me change the door hinges today. we have accomplished much. in fact, I have felt a severe need, desire to really fuck my shit up (aka fix it up). I was too disorganized to ever really be anywhere on time, my life was too cluttered to really give a shit or be able to include anyone else in it. Slowly I have been re-vamping it all and making the time and effort to be on time, to give a shit, to just fucking grow up. so my appartment is well on it’s way to being more than a disorganized mess. I’m painting my bedroom tomorrow.

and on the match note. I met one guy. One. despite the pleas and communications from several hundred needy seeds, I have decided it doesn’t fuckin matter. I need a set of batteries. a vibrator. and the friends that have proven themselves to be worthy. nothing else. people are transient motherfuckers that sometimes don’t understand the simple action of picking up the phone. that shit is coming down. soon-like

and my friend lee’s having his friend lisa take dead girl photos of me…naked, all dead like…lookin like a corpse like…thursday evening is the time…maybe I should start selling my image…it’s going on a cd cover or something..so when it’s available I’ll be sure to post the shit out of it..pimp myself out in other words…

I’m makin the dough now, too. quite the change. from the deanna of a week ago.

fluffernutter.
the end.