Pessimism is my Friend

Apr 16, 2011 10:03

No Beckaboo this weekend. She has a high fever, so driving here is out of the equation. I thought something was up when I only got one text message yesterday. *shrugs* I prepared myself for disappointment, so it isn't too bad. Hey, I don't finish cleaning my room! Sweet.

My stomach rebelled last night, so cleaning was not fun. *curls up in bed* I'm still kinda recovering from that.

Okay, for a more amusing story! I may have mentioned to stupid bar down the block with the loud music I can hear some nights and the most likely illegals running it? Weeeeeell, the story gets better than that! So, the place was ran by some chick who bought it from DiRenzo's (yeah, it was okay when it was an ITALIAN bar and not a Mexican one), and she rented it out to some guy.

So, some guy was running a prostitution ring upstairs! *le gasp* I knew that place was fishy! No wonder they had to play music so loud! >>;; And there was apparently a SWAT team? So the chick got arrested, but I don't think she knew what the hell was happening. I mean, who the hell rents out a place without knowing the person's credentials? Stupid, much? And the guy? He disappeared. Probably ran off back to Mexico, and no one can find him. Quite a story, ne?

Maybe when I'm feeling better, I'll attempt some fic or RP. I'll be on AIM for most of the day, if anyone wants to talk: yuumeiakutenshi.

fuck you stomach, stupid people are stupid, my muses need to listen to me!, i shouldn't laugh but, beeeeeeeek, storytimes

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