last night i dreamt about christmas and a classmate leaving town. (girlfriend problems.) today i thought he actually had because he didn't show up for class but he emailed me. (car problems.)
i hit snooze until i was too late to stop for diet mountain dew--sat up fast mumbling to myself. there's an sg sticker on the wall of my first classroom. wonder who put that there.
also on the wall it says "fuck bitches make money" under that someone wrote "make money by fuckin bitches!" next to that it says "jesus is your way, your truth, and your light" but somebody's crossed out "jesus is your." shame they didn't replace it with something. like "bombing this building is your...." i dreamt about that two nights ago.
school kills me. all these people walking around at the crack of dawn actually dressed--some even in skirts. skirts! i don't even wear socks at 9:30 in the morning. or a bra which is only bad if you're wearing an old, thin par king ringer. so they wear skirts and they study hard and they TALK to each other. the only times that i'm social that early in the day are when i'm yelling at my alarm clock or telling someone goodbye. everyone at that school is crazy, i tell you and the proof is in the dressing, the talking, and the thinking that you can actually make money by fuckin bitches.
so i came home to find a mini ladder and a drill in the middle of my floor. i figure either the landlord or my ex boyfriend decided to do some unsolicited handywork. whichever one it was was treated to a view of porn spilling out of my porn cabinet (around the base of the ladder) and rocco's trainer vibrator (25% scaled down) by the couch.
greysuicde: did you come into my house today and leave a ladder and a drill?
(editedexboyfriend'sscreenname): i did not
greysuicide: damn it.
musta been the landlord.
i hit snooze until i was too late to stop for diet mountain dew--sat up fast mumbling to myself. there's an sg sticker on the wall of my first classroom. wonder who put that there.
also on the wall it says "fuck bitches make money" under that someone wrote "make money by fuckin bitches!" next to that it says "jesus is your way, your truth, and your light" but somebody's crossed out "jesus is your." shame they didn't replace it with something. like "bombing this building is your...." i dreamt about that two nights ago.
school kills me. all these people walking around at the crack of dawn actually dressed--some even in skirts. skirts! i don't even wear socks at 9:30 in the morning. or a bra which is only bad if you're wearing an old, thin par king ringer. so they wear skirts and they study hard and they TALK to each other. the only times that i'm social that early in the day are when i'm yelling at my alarm clock or telling someone goodbye. everyone at that school is crazy, i tell you and the proof is in the dressing, the talking, and the thinking that you can actually make money by fuckin bitches.
so i came home to find a mini ladder and a drill in the middle of my floor. i figure either the landlord or my ex boyfriend decided to do some unsolicited handywork. whichever one it was was treated to a view of porn spilling out of my porn cabinet (around the base of the ladder) and rocco's trainer vibrator (25% scaled down) by the couch.
greysuicde: did you come into my house today and leave a ladder and a drill?
(editedexboyfriend'sscreenname): i did not
greysuicide: damn it.
musta been the landlord.
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lenore:
xigorx:
if i found a ladder in my house i would call the fucking cops, i sugest you do the same...