May 23, 2006 13:56
Joyce needs to quit being ridiculous about this air conditioner. All the others in the house are thinking of building a pool of money to give to her to keep the air conditioning on.
I'm even sweating. I hate sweating. I hate being hot. I feel like Miss Celie down at the Juke Joint.
I'm off the next two days, but broke as all hell. Not that great, man. Maybe my income tax check will come in today, and I can roll in the dough at that point. Just maybe. I would ask Joyce for a loan, but I don't want to do that. Maybe I'll get my money from Brandi.
That's it. I'll get my money from Brandi.
I'm still hungry. Damn.