Sometimes I'd rather be anywhere but here
I just got home from work. It was a pretty decent day. A bunch of my friends stopped by so I took my lunch break a little early and we just chilled. That's really all I've been wanting to do... is have one nice day where nothing hectic is going on. I just want to chill for about 30 minutes and let my brain get a sweet taste of normalcy and I got my wish. Praise jesus... AMEN!
I bought two new CD's yesterday:
Missy Elliott- Under Construction
Incubus- Make Yourself
I couldn't wait any longer to borrow Eli's Incubus CD's, and I'm too lazy to sit here for 10 1/2 hours attempting to download all the songs, and then wait another 30 minutes while they get transferred to CD. I just don't have the patience for it. But now that I have both those CD's, I don't want them anymore. I listened to the whole Missy one and it bored me. Incubus, I like, but I could have made the CD myself instead of wasting no-existing money. I'm stupid. So stupid.
Changing subject now.....
The neighbors called the cops on us again last night, and they came up to our house. They asked us to keep the noise down, and they were going to check everyone's id's to see if they were all over 21, but there were too many people there and it would have taken forever. Thank goodness they didn't, 'cause we would have gotten in trouble for suppling to minors.
I'd just like to say though, I don't buy booze for the kiddies... that's one thing I won't do. But I do supply the housing for the little bisnitches to get drunk in, so maybe I shouldn't be priding myself TOO much.
A bunch of the children took off running when they saw the cops mobbing up the driveway. It was hilarious to see them take off out the back door. I couldn't help but snicker at them. What exactly are the cops going to do? Arrest every single person there? I think not. Besides, the WPB police are some of the laziest fucks you've ever encountered. They wouldn't want to fill out all the paper work and all the other bullshit they have to do.
I'm not going to complain though.
I hate weekends here, man. There's always a bunch of shit going down. I'd like to have one weekend where I don't have to break up a fight, kick anyone out, or clean puke out of my kitchen sick.
I bought two new CD's yesterday:
Missy Elliott- Under Construction
Incubus- Make Yourself
I couldn't wait any longer to borrow Eli's Incubus CD's, and I'm too lazy to sit here for 10 1/2 hours attempting to download all the songs, and then wait another 30 minutes while they get transferred to CD. I just don't have the patience for it. But now that I have both those CD's, I don't want them anymore. I listened to the whole Missy one and it bored me. Incubus, I like, but I could have made the CD myself instead of wasting no-existing money. I'm stupid. So stupid.
Changing subject now.....
The neighbors called the cops on us again last night, and they came up to our house. They asked us to keep the noise down, and they were going to check everyone's id's to see if they were all over 21, but there were too many people there and it would have taken forever. Thank goodness they didn't, 'cause we would have gotten in trouble for suppling to minors.
I'd just like to say though, I don't buy booze for the kiddies... that's one thing I won't do. But I do supply the housing for the little bisnitches to get drunk in, so maybe I shouldn't be priding myself TOO much.
A bunch of the children took off running when they saw the cops mobbing up the driveway. It was hilarious to see them take off out the back door. I couldn't help but snicker at them. What exactly are the cops going to do? Arrest every single person there? I think not. Besides, the WPB police are some of the laziest fucks you've ever encountered. They wouldn't want to fill out all the paper work and all the other bullshit they have to do.
I'm not going to complain though.
I hate weekends here, man. There's always a bunch of shit going down. I'd like to have one weekend where I don't have to break up a fight, kick anyone out, or clean puke out of my kitchen sick.