Blurgh.
My teeth hurt, but in the good sense of progress being made. Hopefully it’ll stop by christmas.
The room where my computer exists is always either very humid or very cold. In the winter, the chair is piled up in mounds of blankets, and in the summer, nobody really uses it for very long except for my EFFBEE(!11!) addict of a sister.
Today, I woke up to find myself half falling off of the side of my bed, and probably would have if it weren’t for my girlfriend calling me. So, thank you Sarah.You may have saved me a broken bone or two.
I still need to pay you back eighteen dollars.
I went upstairs to find a list for me of all this dumb shit that I had to do. So I said fuck it, made some mac and cheese, and went to a movie with two people who will not be named for the sake of publicity.
—Damn,it feels good to be a gangsta.
Then I did a load of laundry.
—Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.
Then I picked up the clothes off of my floor and put them in a hamper.
—Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.
Then, I went through old clothes and picked a few to give to goodwill n’ shit.
…Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.
In Short—
My son was nearly eaten, a kitten smelled like ass.
And almost all my words contained an element of sass.
Cheers.
