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yesterday was community service. me and sarah smoked cigerettes, picked up like 10 pieces of trash, pretended to "broom", and talked to the old men who ran it. it was awesome becasue we didnt have to do anything, but all the boys had to do lots of hard stuff. and the old guy who worked for the city called me and sarah miss hilton and miss ritchie. i made sarah be nicole because shes preggers and i hate babies. then the man who ran the operation tried to buy liquor from the liquor store, gambled and wanted to smoke weed. i think he was high becasue he ate like 40 bags of chips. he was cool though.
i slept all day after getting done and didnt go to gallery becasue i have no money. i watched deadalive instead and i suppose that was just as good as going to gallery... i can think of a few similarities.
i dont think im ever going to have money. until i graduate and find a job... which will probably be never.
this sucks.
im crabby and the only thing that will probably cheer me up is the "grits song"... and i have no idea what black station that man was listening to so how will i ever know where to hear it. fuck.
"come home, take a shower, clean my apartment, toast, 2 scrambled eggs, coffee, gritsssssssssssssssssssssss...."
i slept all day after getting done and didnt go to gallery becasue i have no money. i watched deadalive instead and i suppose that was just as good as going to gallery... i can think of a few similarities.
i dont think im ever going to have money. until i graduate and find a job... which will probably be never.
this sucks.
im crabby and the only thing that will probably cheer me up is the "grits song"... and i have no idea what black station that man was listening to so how will i ever know where to hear it. fuck.
"come home, take a shower, clean my apartment, toast, 2 scrambled eggs, coffee, gritsssssssssssssssssssssss...."