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WHY IS IT THE ONLY FUCKIN DAY I GET TO SLEEP IN AND SOME MOTHERFUCKIN REPAIR GUY IS REMODELING THE FUCKIN BATHROOM THATS ABOUT A FUCKIN INCH AWAY FORM MY DOOR???
fuck...tomorrow is Jamens b-day. ive got shit to do today, im not going to the studio today cause nicho and rick are jsut working alone today to get a good distortion sound...and when me and jamen are there we are distractions. its all good, AYTHING FOR SELINAS!!! i just ate a homemadebyme steak omellette with three slices of buttered toast and sugar with coffee. im not stuck up, but i figure if there is going to be a maid here in this house then she should at least do her fuckin job right. heres the story: i fuckin left my clothes drying last night over night and i wake up today to find my clothes damp and jsut chillin like niggahs on the top of the dryer...and guess whats in the dryer now. nice and fresh clothes that SHE has to clean....fuckin slut what am i supposed to do??? this isnt my fuckin house. i cant wait to leave here and have fresh dry clean clothes. i think im going to make an attempt to hack away at my hair my self in a little bit after i try and write "the song that will never be written" are my lyrics that meaningful anyway? i think i think too much. maybe i should get drunk and write about a dog shittin razorblades. maybe i will make time to call people today...whatevah.
fuck...tomorrow is Jamens b-day. ive got shit to do today, im not going to the studio today cause nicho and rick are jsut working alone today to get a good distortion sound...and when me and jamen are there we are distractions. its all good, AYTHING FOR SELINAS!!! i just ate a homemadebyme steak omellette with three slices of buttered toast and sugar with coffee. im not stuck up, but i figure if there is going to be a maid here in this house then she should at least do her fuckin job right. heres the story: i fuckin left my clothes drying last night over night and i wake up today to find my clothes damp and jsut chillin like niggahs on the top of the dryer...and guess whats in the dryer now. nice and fresh clothes that SHE has to clean....fuckin slut what am i supposed to do??? this isnt my fuckin house. i cant wait to leave here and have fresh dry clean clothes. i think im going to make an attempt to hack away at my hair my self in a little bit after i try and write "the song that will never be written" are my lyrics that meaningful anyway? i think i think too much. maybe i should get drunk and write about a dog shittin razorblades. maybe i will make time to call people today...whatevah.