Dammn… those Diamonds get wild, just found a cluster of pistils glued to my elbow. Forearms are itchy and I’m up too late. I’m having that problem again.
I don’t wanna do it. I don’t want to have to do it. But there’s still time now, it’s not too late yet… I really should. I’ll only wish I had later, when it’s too late and I regret it.
But I can’t. I just can’t hit that button. I wont even look em up in my real world logins, where I’ve ordered lights and nutes and all kinds of obvious shit. But this? Do I really need THIS going down next to my name in the great Orwellian corporate surveillance state servers…???
Allergy season is building, the air is full of spring pollens and I am full of histamines. Soon the Diamonds will be swelling and gushing with essential oils and my arms will end up getting itchy as hell when I have to reach into the back of the cab.
I should buy them. I’ll wish I had.
I’ll wish I had a pair of gloves designed for reaching into a large ruminant mammals vagina.
But when I finally say those words to myself it’s the same answer everytime.
Fuck it.
I’ll just get the wife to wrap me in saran wrap again.
This is fine. 