[Kevin Hodge]

have been having wacky dreams lately. people don't understand but i have a very strange stomach and when i change my diet, weird things happen. so yeah i've made some dietary changes and instead of the usual blank oblivion i'm accustomed to (lucky me, right?) ive been spending entire nights hashing out various conflicting scenarios that when viewed together make me seem like some kind of loon



anyway some of the stuff that i'd actually be prepared to write down involved meeting, in a rather informal setting, donald trump. i can't remember why but i gave him £1.60, maybe he bought me something as a gift and i was like "no thats ok, here you go"

i remember feeling annoyed about giving him the money because my motorbike is still off the road and i'd probably need the change for a bus later


i feel kind of soiled that i didn't give him a good thrashing but where do you even start? "DON'T YOU DARE HAVE FLINGS WITH PORN STARS WHILE YOUR WIFE IS PREGNANT YOU BIG SHAMELESS BUMHOLE". in all honesty it was a rather pleasant and non-confrontational conversation. ugh i hate myself