One more day.
One more day to do laundry, pack, go to the bank, blah, blah, blah. I am so excited. 4:50pm tomorrow evening will not come soon enough.
Last night was a weird night. I went to bed all early, like at 9:00pm, and was woken up at about 11:00pm by my mom bursting in shouting, "Someone stole Cory's bike!" Ummmm, okay, should I wake up for this? See Cory's my brother. He's a recovering drug addict, and has his first job in 3 years. With his first big paycheck he went and bought this super nice bike just two days ago. He was so proud of it, and it's really kinda sad. We have a brick-wall enclosed patio at the back of our town house, and the bike was chained up back there to where you couldn't even see it unless you were looking for it. It's pretty fucked. Someone hopped the wall, clipped the chain, and passed the bike over the fence, all without even my mom's two annoying, spastic dogs hearing them. Fuckers. So now my brother's all bummed out. It's pretty shitty, but that's pretty much how things seem to go for our family. Once you finally get something rad that you really love, someone comes and yanks it out from under you. Next weekend I was planning on buying myself a nice bike also. I think when I do, I'll pick one out for my big bro too. Only this time they're going INSIDE.
So after the bike debacle, I went back to sleep, and proceeded to dream all night about Johnny Depp. I'm not even all into him, so I don't know where it came from, but I dreamt me and Johnny were trapped in an elevator here in my work building, and made the most of our time playing Rummy and talking about all the weird people he's met in the film industry. Interesting. I wonder what that's supposed to mean.
One more day to do laundry, pack, go to the bank, blah, blah, blah. I am so excited. 4:50pm tomorrow evening will not come soon enough.
Last night was a weird night. I went to bed all early, like at 9:00pm, and was woken up at about 11:00pm by my mom bursting in shouting, "Someone stole Cory's bike!" Ummmm, okay, should I wake up for this? See Cory's my brother. He's a recovering drug addict, and has his first job in 3 years. With his first big paycheck he went and bought this super nice bike just two days ago. He was so proud of it, and it's really kinda sad. We have a brick-wall enclosed patio at the back of our town house, and the bike was chained up back there to where you couldn't even see it unless you were looking for it. It's pretty fucked. Someone hopped the wall, clipped the chain, and passed the bike over the fence, all without even my mom's two annoying, spastic dogs hearing them. Fuckers. So now my brother's all bummed out. It's pretty shitty, but that's pretty much how things seem to go for our family. Once you finally get something rad that you really love, someone comes and yanks it out from under you. Next weekend I was planning on buying myself a nice bike also. I think when I do, I'll pick one out for my big bro too. Only this time they're going INSIDE.
So after the bike debacle, I went back to sleep, and proceeded to dream all night about Johnny Depp. I'm not even all into him, so I don't know where it came from, but I dreamt me and Johnny were trapped in an elevator here in my work building, and made the most of our time playing Rummy and talking about all the weird people he's met in the film industry. Interesting. I wonder what that's supposed to mean.
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It was cool to chill the other night. Always fun to kick it with the homies.
see you tonight! have a safe flight!