The bitch wanted to catch some jungle fever
The bitch wanted to catch some jungle fever
or,
Spring Break was over
Yes, where did I leave off? Ah yes, Durodgio and I were fixing to go to the MTV Spring Break pool again. By the time we arrived, it was nearly 7 PM, and Spring Break was over. I mean over. I'm surprised I didn't see any tumbleweed rolling by. The pool area was desolate, except for myriad beer cans intimating what we had missed. So, we went to the Inn Place.
There, we sat with Paul, Glen, and Glen's wife, Kelly. Before long, Joseph arrived with the British lady (who made a cameo in my last entry) named Lisa. She seemed not to pay him any mind at all. He went to sit down somewhere else, and she sat down right next to Durodgio and started talking his neck off. The bitch wanted to catch some jungle fever. I went to see Joseph, who started freaking out, thinking that he had sunstroke. He said that his skin was tingling, he was lightheaded, and the water he was drinking didn't taste like water. I called Heidi and asked what a hospital would do in this instance, and she said that they would only treat his sunburn and give him an IV to rehydrate him. Joseph called Jeffrey, who came to collect him and brought him back to the apartment.
Meanwhile, Lisa was still talking to Durodgio. I went and sat down next to him, and he told me (while she was still talking to him) that the bitch was crazy. She evidently saw a brotha and assumed that he knew how to get ahold of some cocaine. She wanted us to drive her somewhere in the hood, presumably to collect some illicit substance or other. In fact, that's what she was reportedly doing when she abandoned her eight-year-old son, Taran, at the pool earlier that day. She did, to her credit, as an alcoholic (Joseph) to keep an eye on him. When she went over to the jukebox and had her back to us, Durodgio and I sprinted out of there like the bronze medal was on the line.
I think I'm going to call the people on this drug-addicted bitch. What a great environment for her child. Don't ask me where he was when she came up the bar.
So, I then proceeded to go to Jeffrey's apartment to look after Joseph. Jeffrey left, his shift being over, and mines beginning. He was lying on the couch in his boxers, the absolute alarming whiteness of his thighs in stark contrast to the rest of his bright red body. He had a wet towel on his head, with several fans pointing at him. I repeated tried to get him to drink some gatorade, but he wound up consuming very little of it. I wound up staying with him until like 11 or 11:30 until the next shift arrived, a fat girl named Gail whom Mathew says he regrets fucking. Obviously. Joseph was asleep by that time, so I kissed my hand, touched it to his forehead, and left.
How do we account for Joseph's condition last night? It could have been the sun, the liquor, the mysterious pills, a mild panic attack, or any combination thereof. My friends are so cool.
Michael came in today and gave me the card of a real estate agent whom he wants me to use. I'd rather go with Tan Dan (Oh my goodness, I just thought of that right now, and it's terribly clever) since I already know and like him, but I guess I'll continue to go with Michael on this one. I think that Michael is more excited about my getting a condo than I am. I am, actually, really quite excited, but I think that Michael is downright giddy. I'm meeting the real estate lady on Wednesday.
:sigh: I have so much to do, including laundry, a sink full to capacity with like every dish I own (all dirty, naturally), ironing, preparing food for tomorrow, combing Ameer, and heaven forbid, studying for my classes that I'm doing atrociously in. Still, I seem to always find time to update my livejournal.
or,
Spring Break was over
Yes, where did I leave off? Ah yes, Durodgio and I were fixing to go to the MTV Spring Break pool again. By the time we arrived, it was nearly 7 PM, and Spring Break was over. I mean over. I'm surprised I didn't see any tumbleweed rolling by. The pool area was desolate, except for myriad beer cans intimating what we had missed. So, we went to the Inn Place.
There, we sat with Paul, Glen, and Glen's wife, Kelly. Before long, Joseph arrived with the British lady (who made a cameo in my last entry) named Lisa. She seemed not to pay him any mind at all. He went to sit down somewhere else, and she sat down right next to Durodgio and started talking his neck off. The bitch wanted to catch some jungle fever. I went to see Joseph, who started freaking out, thinking that he had sunstroke. He said that his skin was tingling, he was lightheaded, and the water he was drinking didn't taste like water. I called Heidi and asked what a hospital would do in this instance, and she said that they would only treat his sunburn and give him an IV to rehydrate him. Joseph called Jeffrey, who came to collect him and brought him back to the apartment.
Meanwhile, Lisa was still talking to Durodgio. I went and sat down next to him, and he told me (while she was still talking to him) that the bitch was crazy. She evidently saw a brotha and assumed that he knew how to get ahold of some cocaine. She wanted us to drive her somewhere in the hood, presumably to collect some illicit substance or other. In fact, that's what she was reportedly doing when she abandoned her eight-year-old son, Taran, at the pool earlier that day. She did, to her credit, as an alcoholic (Joseph) to keep an eye on him. When she went over to the jukebox and had her back to us, Durodgio and I sprinted out of there like the bronze medal was on the line.
I think I'm going to call the people on this drug-addicted bitch. What a great environment for her child. Don't ask me where he was when she came up the bar.
So, I then proceeded to go to Jeffrey's apartment to look after Joseph. Jeffrey left, his shift being over, and mines beginning. He was lying on the couch in his boxers, the absolute alarming whiteness of his thighs in stark contrast to the rest of his bright red body. He had a wet towel on his head, with several fans pointing at him. I repeated tried to get him to drink some gatorade, but he wound up consuming very little of it. I wound up staying with him until like 11 or 11:30 until the next shift arrived, a fat girl named Gail whom Mathew says he regrets fucking. Obviously. Joseph was asleep by that time, so I kissed my hand, touched it to his forehead, and left.
How do we account for Joseph's condition last night? It could have been the sun, the liquor, the mysterious pills, a mild panic attack, or any combination thereof. My friends are so cool.
Michael came in today and gave me the card of a real estate agent whom he wants me to use. I'd rather go with Tan Dan (Oh my goodness, I just thought of that right now, and it's terribly clever) since I already know and like him, but I guess I'll continue to go with Michael on this one. I think that Michael is more excited about my getting a condo than I am. I am, actually, really quite excited, but I think that Michael is downright giddy. I'm meeting the real estate lady on Wednesday.
:sigh: I have so much to do, including laundry, a sink full to capacity with like every dish I own (all dirty, naturally), ironing, preparing food for tomorrow, combing Ameer, and heaven forbid, studying for my classes that I'm doing atrociously in. Still, I seem to always find time to update my livejournal.