ya know, i’m thinking the whole outlook i have on kickin’ it with the homies last night is clearly the result of the craptastical day i’s having so far. like i told aragorn, my wheaties weren’t just pissed on, they were shat on and then freaking incinerated, yo. and homey don’t play that.
for example, it’s not cool when i’ve crawled home at 2 am from hangin’ with my peeps and stay up another freaking hour or so reading � because i *still* believe sleep is a filthy rumor anyway � and bright and fucking early i’m jerked out of bed by a screeching, blaring, insanely, obnoxiously LOUD fire alarm. a screeching, blaring, insanely, obnoxiously LOUD fire alarm that just happens to be attached to the other side of the wall that my bed is up against.
from 6 to 7 fucking am the god damned thing went off. in intervals, in increasing volume. WHAT THE FUCK!? needless to say i was not a fan, not in the slightest.
and then there’s getting phone calls and ims from the boy that dissed you, missed you, used you and tossed you out with yesterday’s garbage saying he’s been robbed. he’s been heartbroken by his father. he’s thinking of selling drugs because he just doesn’t know how to make it. and he thinks you suck for not wanting to be his bestest friend in the whole world. i *love* that, really.
oh wait, no…i don’t.
and then there’s the fact that it’s been nearly a month since your ‘job solely for the purpose of paying rent’ job has paid you. utter cosmic hilarity.
not.
also, if you want to read something remarkably unbelievable: check this shit apparently i’ve become a somewhat political wench since movin’ to the east side…
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