dang i'm tired
welllll
i went to señor trevero's house last night. it's soo out in the country. i got lost like a som bishh when i had left to go home. and i was extra tired too, but i made it home and everything's fine. the end
this week's lineup
work erryday
see my academic advisor at gsu on wednesday to see if it's even werf it for me to go back to school
and go home this weekend
i'm really not excited about going home. last time i talked to mom she told me to "bring some work clothes. mwahahahaha mwahahhaha!!" which means 'ole lou dawg is plottin to make my sorry ass work all weekend. as if i don't work 8 day weeks EVERY DANG WEEK as it is! punk! it's ok though. i'll prolly get paid and she's fun to hang out wif. my momma rules the erf. and while i work my dad sits in his swing outside watching every move i make, corrects every "mistake" i make, and then thanks me for helping HIM work. hahaha it's funny. he's funny. he's one of those old men that watches wheel of fortune and yells "bankrupt...BANKRUPT!!" at the tv while the wheel spins, and curses the democratic party everytime the news is on. he's just about deaf too, or def as i prefer. you can ask him for like a dollar or something and he yells back something like "hell naw you can't have m'truck boy. how'n a'hell i'm own tow m'tractor?!!" it rules. mississippi rules...sometimes, but most of the times i'm just happy to call it memories.
ok erin needs to use my compulla now.
bye bye
i went to señor trevero's house last night. it's soo out in the country. i got lost like a som bishh when i had left to go home. and i was extra tired too, but i made it home and everything's fine. the end
this week's lineup
work erryday
see my academic advisor at gsu on wednesday to see if it's even werf it for me to go back to school
and go home this weekend
i'm really not excited about going home. last time i talked to mom she told me to "bring some work clothes. mwahahahaha mwahahhaha!!" which means 'ole lou dawg is plottin to make my sorry ass work all weekend. as if i don't work 8 day weeks EVERY DANG WEEK as it is! punk! it's ok though. i'll prolly get paid and she's fun to hang out wif. my momma rules the erf. and while i work my dad sits in his swing outside watching every move i make, corrects every "mistake" i make, and then thanks me for helping HIM work. hahaha it's funny. he's funny. he's one of those old men that watches wheel of fortune and yells "bankrupt...BANKRUPT!!" at the tv while the wheel spins, and curses the democratic party everytime the news is on. he's just about deaf too, or def as i prefer. you can ask him for like a dollar or something and he yells back something like "hell naw you can't have m'truck boy. how'n a'hell i'm own tow m'tractor?!!" it rules. mississippi rules...sometimes, but most of the times i'm just happy to call it memories.
ok erin needs to use my compulla now.
bye bye