YAY!!! rons comming home!!!!!
so....i dyed my hair red. i didnt really like it at first, but its growing on me i suppose....i mean, its been every other friggin color, why not red?
i was gonna dye it brown after a week or so until this random guy at the bar said to me "oh and by the way, your hair, is hardcore" he was a big fan and everyone else is either lying to me or they seem to like it as well. maybe once im not so white it'll look better. speaking of which, florida is so close, i am so excited to be...well not in michigan, especially not at eastside the shithole. its gonna be great, and if i start prostituting now, i'll be able to afford it! why cant i just win the lottery? i mean, regardless of the fact that i've never played, its just one of those things ya know you're never gonna win but how great would it be if you did? i would move my family and all my friends to somewhere warm and fun, and i'd never have to worry about paying bills on time. AND a bonus for everyone else, i'd give all my friends like a million $, so they could be rich w/ me! it'd be great. bah, now im irritated. but before i go, funny story for ya;
earlier, i went to get gas bc i have a dentist appt. at noon tomorrow and i knew that i wouldnt be able to get up early and get it then so anyway, im at the gas station in the ghetto of detroit, around the block from my house, and as i walk in to pay, this homeless/drug addict weirdo approaches me and asks for some spare change, now, even tho i am an evil bitch and i hate most people, im such a sucker for the homeless, and even though i know that he prolly drives a lexus thats parked around back i feel bad for him so i give him $5, and he offers to pump my gas, and as nice as that is, i say nobody touches my car but me and i almost said, especially not someone wearing the same clothes they were wearing a month ago when i gave you money and you said the same thing then. but i didnt, and started pumping my own gas when ANOTHER homeless bum person walks up, this one toting a suitcase. and HE asks me for a cigarette. now im thinkin, if i just gave this guy $5 and i turn around and give this other guy a lousy stinkin cigarette, ill look like an asshole, but before i get a change to give him anything, he says, ill give you this-and he reaches in the bag- part of me flips out, oh my God, what could he possibly have in that bag, besides disease of course in which he is covered, im sure-and he pulls out a teddy bear. now, this man has no home, supposedly, and no vehicle, right? but he DOES have a bag full of teddy bears? what is this, like some bad movie? what is going on? at this point im so confused, i just hand over the cigarette and attempt to finish pumping my gas, but he INSISTS on giving me this teddy bear! and i feel sorta bad bc he says please, and God bless you and all that bull shit, so i take the damn disease infested bear, get in my car and speed away. so im drivin home and the damned teddy bear is sitting there looking at me, like it knows what im thinking, that im gonna burn it as soon as i get home. and i feel even worse, so i think, ill give you to maverick, he loves teddy bears. but then i feel bad all over again for two reasons 1-the poor teddy bear is gonna be chewed to death, and 2-what if it really is diseased, then maverick will get sick and ill feel like an asshole. so, finally i decide to just take the damn thing home and put it somewhere, not in a closet bc i feel bad, but on a shelf in my kitchen, far away from any food, and myself. why i had to tell this story im not sure, but the moral is.....DONT GET GAS IN THE GHETTO. get your gas in livonia where there are no bums. no bums w/ suitcases and teddy bears. the end.
peace out.
i was gonna dye it brown after a week or so until this random guy at the bar said to me "oh and by the way, your hair, is hardcore" he was a big fan and everyone else is either lying to me or they seem to like it as well. maybe once im not so white it'll look better. speaking of which, florida is so close, i am so excited to be...well not in michigan, especially not at eastside the shithole. its gonna be great, and if i start prostituting now, i'll be able to afford it! why cant i just win the lottery? i mean, regardless of the fact that i've never played, its just one of those things ya know you're never gonna win but how great would it be if you did? i would move my family and all my friends to somewhere warm and fun, and i'd never have to worry about paying bills on time. AND a bonus for everyone else, i'd give all my friends like a million $, so they could be rich w/ me! it'd be great. bah, now im irritated. but before i go, funny story for ya;
earlier, i went to get gas bc i have a dentist appt. at noon tomorrow and i knew that i wouldnt be able to get up early and get it then so anyway, im at the gas station in the ghetto of detroit, around the block from my house, and as i walk in to pay, this homeless/drug addict weirdo approaches me and asks for some spare change, now, even tho i am an evil bitch and i hate most people, im such a sucker for the homeless, and even though i know that he prolly drives a lexus thats parked around back i feel bad for him so i give him $5, and he offers to pump my gas, and as nice as that is, i say nobody touches my car but me and i almost said, especially not someone wearing the same clothes they were wearing a month ago when i gave you money and you said the same thing then. but i didnt, and started pumping my own gas when ANOTHER homeless bum person walks up, this one toting a suitcase. and HE asks me for a cigarette. now im thinkin, if i just gave this guy $5 and i turn around and give this other guy a lousy stinkin cigarette, ill look like an asshole, but before i get a change to give him anything, he says, ill give you this-and he reaches in the bag- part of me flips out, oh my God, what could he possibly have in that bag, besides disease of course in which he is covered, im sure-and he pulls out a teddy bear. now, this man has no home, supposedly, and no vehicle, right? but he DOES have a bag full of teddy bears? what is this, like some bad movie? what is going on? at this point im so confused, i just hand over the cigarette and attempt to finish pumping my gas, but he INSISTS on giving me this teddy bear! and i feel sorta bad bc he says please, and God bless you and all that bull shit, so i take the damn disease infested bear, get in my car and speed away. so im drivin home and the damned teddy bear is sitting there looking at me, like it knows what im thinking, that im gonna burn it as soon as i get home. and i feel even worse, so i think, ill give you to maverick, he loves teddy bears. but then i feel bad all over again for two reasons 1-the poor teddy bear is gonna be chewed to death, and 2-what if it really is diseased, then maverick will get sick and ill feel like an asshole. so, finally i decide to just take the damn thing home and put it somewhere, not in a closet bc i feel bad, but on a shelf in my kitchen, far away from any food, and myself. why i had to tell this story im not sure, but the moral is.....DONT GET GAS IN THE GHETTO. get your gas in livonia where there are no bums. no bums w/ suitcases and teddy bears. the end.
peace out.