billy_brown

dont know if i stepped on someone's toes, or into someone's good graces.
i do know that i was in the middle of some sort of cosmic hate fuck this afternoon when i woke up.
firreal,
im sure everyone has a story about waking up out of sorts, but i remember last night, and i was straight up sober,
not just "hey jims not a filthy animal" , i mean, some other other straight no dope type shit.
i got out of bed about 130 when i heard my phone ringing, blasting a two gallants song, and i couldnt find it,
(this item is always on my nightstand, and never on, i puts my shits on silent yo)
its in the fridge, and its ahob telling me hes not gonna make it out today, which i expected, but i cant stop laughing because im holding this cold fucking phone against my ear

word
up

hatefuck number two

and heres the good one, i fucking puked on my phone.
yep
so now i pretty much feel like have the flu, but i know i dont.
and so far as im told, its an unusually warm day and i dont think ill leave the house for fear of ....yes girls and boys, for fear of shitting myself
then again, id prolly fit in, in my neighborhood

its almost 4pm, and theres still puke on my kitchen floor,
ive had a poptart and a headache for lunch

i need a handler, least for a few days

this is probably the best ive felt in years,
the past week has had a few shining moments though