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Still laggin'. Shirelle's s'pos'd to be be coming over. I drank two Bud Lights and two wine coolers and smoked some dope. I hear her car. She's going to want to smoke. I forgeot to bring this book to school or I would have already done it. I didn't bring either of the the books I'm reading either, so I didn't get to read them.
Shirelle is showing off Polaroids of her legs, before-and-after shots of like a year ago when she was in some show and now that she hikes every week. Her legs in the most recent picture are just muscle and bone and she likes that better. She wants me to like that better, too. As usual, one of us doesn't get it.
I said, "Are you spending the night?" She said, "I don't know. I have to work tomorow at nine." I said, "I have to work at eight." I said, "Why don't you smoke your hooch and climb into bed and rub my back." She laughed.
Now she spotted a note that a woman from my school put in my box at work that says, "John, if you give me good directions, I'll do all the driving." Shirelle asked what it was. I said, "I dont know. I think this lady at work is trying to hit on me." Shirelle said, "Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it." I said, "I don't know. I'm not really attracted to her. I might still call her, though. Just to be polite." So Shirelle says, "Oh, well, then I shouldn't be here." And I just don't have the energy to correct her bullshit leap. Stupid bitch nailing her own lid. "Adios, Stupid-ass," I say as she storms down the stairs. Her car just rumbled her dumb ass down the street. I have to piss. After this I'll read. I said, "Fine, then, go, cuz I don't have the time for your stupid games. And leave my pot." So she bailed. I have a tumor on my throat. I'm hungry, but I ate tortilla chips that Getoff brought to the porch. There was a knock at the door. It was probably Raquel maybe. I gave Josephine a ride and listened to her prattle in Spanish while the temperature gauge in the LeBaron crept up. Bitches. Dumb Bitches. What else? Tomorrow. Queso grande or Missouri BBQ?
Still laggin'. Shirelle's s'pos'd to be be coming over. I drank two Bud Lights and two wine coolers and smoked some dope. I hear her car. She's going to want to smoke. I forgeot to bring this book to school or I would have already done it. I didn't bring either of the the books I'm reading either, so I didn't get to read them.
Shirelle is showing off Polaroids of her legs, before-and-after shots of like a year ago when she was in some show and now that she hikes every week. Her legs in the most recent picture are just muscle and bone and she likes that better. She wants me to like that better, too. As usual, one of us doesn't get it.
I said, "Are you spending the night?" She said, "I don't know. I have to work tomorow at nine." I said, "I have to work at eight." I said, "Why don't you smoke your hooch and climb into bed and rub my back." She laughed.
Now she spotted a note that a woman from my school put in my box at work that says, "John, if you give me good directions, I'll do all the driving." Shirelle asked what it was. I said, "I dont know. I think this lady at work is trying to hit on me." Shirelle said, "Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it." I said, "I don't know. I'm not really attracted to her. I might still call her, though. Just to be polite." So Shirelle says, "Oh, well, then I shouldn't be here." And I just don't have the energy to correct her bullshit leap. Stupid bitch nailing her own lid. "Adios, Stupid-ass," I say as she storms down the stairs. Her car just rumbled her dumb ass down the street. I have to piss. After this I'll read. I said, "Fine, then, go, cuz I don't have the time for your stupid games. And leave my pot." So she bailed. I have a tumor on my throat. I'm hungry, but I ate tortilla chips that Getoff brought to the porch. There was a knock at the door. It was probably Raquel maybe. I gave Josephine a ride and listened to her prattle in Spanish while the temperature gauge in the LeBaron crept up. Bitches. Dumb Bitches. What else? Tomorrow. Queso grande or Missouri BBQ?
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