Edited to get rid of sucky poem.

P.S. My housekeeper is fuckin' nuts. She was just yelling to someone on her cell phone...She is phillipino and I have no fuckin' idea what she said but she shouldn't be doing that shit in front of my elderly grandfather who just got out of the hospital yesterday. I am afraid though if they fire her that she will come after me with a knife. We never even talk but she acts like she hates me. wtf.
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I think that I am gonna' start hanging out at the bowling alley coffee shop and write poetry and stuff. Maybe drink decaff coffee and refills until I get the boot. If anyone needs me, I will be the one with the note book and pen in my hands and a hat covering my eyes.

Maybe I will have some sourdough toast too with butter and jam.

It is a whole wide open road with endless possiblities. Hell I may even have a hot cocoa while I am at it!
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For the record: I had a grilled cheese sandwich with fries and a coke.

Then off to Target and Home Depot.

I bought body wash but left it in my friend's car.

Doh!