strange days, yo. strange days indeed.
so check it: i was on the T riding to the bookstore for work this morning and some old dude all done up in a straight pimpin’ suit (but clearly *not* a pimp) straight hollas at me. had to have been in his 40s at least. what.the.hell? i mean seriously. i’m gettin’ hit on on the T *again* and let me note two things: a.) it was a brother, and b.) it was an older dude. yeah…apparently that’s what i attract. i only appear to be a tasty morsel of somethin’ somethin’ to the more distinguished crowd.
well shit…
no, let me rewind even earlier. this morning i wake up to a txt message from the princess detailing him being propositioned from some annonymous online psycho for oral sexx0rx…uhhhh…
riiiiiight. i don’t need to hear that, ya heard. and then there’s the getting hit on in the bookstore…which is odd, cuz i’ve never been hit on while working before.
::shakes head::
and now i have the headache from HELL! and it is eating me. i’m also procrastinating because i’m so fucking tired and stressed.
/whining
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