its a wednesday night and im drunk, so bear with me. i forgot this moment isnt only for friday and staurday nights.
after work, i went out with hyperham and had the most incredible conversation and lovefest. you fucking perv, friends can love one another too. we just sat and drank a beer and talked about nike and the chinese people. yes, there was more to it, but if i told you, it wouldnt be as special.
and here is where everyone guesses where i went next. yes, i went to 2 by 4. this isnt fair. everyone gives me shit for always going there and that it is what it is, but here is what the deal is. when i first moved to ny and didnt know many people, i went there by myself all the time to play pool. i met a few people there that have gone WAY beyond the duty of some average patron from simple things like walking me home late at night to keeping me from getting arrested. in a strange way, these people have become like my family. yes, they all know im crazy, but they love me and take care of me especially when i forget to. so i was playing pool with chacka tonight. for those of you that havent hears any chacka stories, hes the coolest mother fucker on the planet. samuel l jackson can kiss his ass for all i care. i would say hes in his 50s, short black man always wearing some kind of cowboy type hat and missing his front teeth. him and i dance to al green and he fine tuned my game of pool. hes the greatest. anyways, two weekends ago after that whole fight with that stupid guy i poured the beer on his head, i went to 2 by 4. i was in tears, so upset about what had happened. chacka and i talked and played pool, and when the bar closed he walked me home. i got home safely and went to sleep. it was only tonight that i found out what happened after i went into my place. i got into my place, and he only walked a few feet from the door when the cops stopped him. they started asking him if he was harassing me and questioning why he was walking me home. basically, he was a black man with a white girl. i was so upset when he told me this. here is this wonderful man who is always looking out for me and stuff, and by him simply being a gentleman, he is getting harassed by the cops. im not getting into this whole thing cause im too tired and drunk right now. it just makes me sad.
i was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO unimpressed by project runway tonight. i live for that fucking show and was so dissapointed by what was shown tonight. its one of the few reality shows where you need to have actual talent to be on, and most weeks, my jaw is on the floor. not this week. the 3 i predicted would make it to fashion week did. i need to start playing the lottery.
ok
sleep
me
ps- i was bad and ate ryans cocoa pebbles when i got home. i just threw them up. we're even now
after work, i went out with hyperham and had the most incredible conversation and lovefest. you fucking perv, friends can love one another too. we just sat and drank a beer and talked about nike and the chinese people. yes, there was more to it, but if i told you, it wouldnt be as special.
and here is where everyone guesses where i went next. yes, i went to 2 by 4. this isnt fair. everyone gives me shit for always going there and that it is what it is, but here is what the deal is. when i first moved to ny and didnt know many people, i went there by myself all the time to play pool. i met a few people there that have gone WAY beyond the duty of some average patron from simple things like walking me home late at night to keeping me from getting arrested. in a strange way, these people have become like my family. yes, they all know im crazy, but they love me and take care of me especially when i forget to. so i was playing pool with chacka tonight. for those of you that havent hears any chacka stories, hes the coolest mother fucker on the planet. samuel l jackson can kiss his ass for all i care. i would say hes in his 50s, short black man always wearing some kind of cowboy type hat and missing his front teeth. him and i dance to al green and he fine tuned my game of pool. hes the greatest. anyways, two weekends ago after that whole fight with that stupid guy i poured the beer on his head, i went to 2 by 4. i was in tears, so upset about what had happened. chacka and i talked and played pool, and when the bar closed he walked me home. i got home safely and went to sleep. it was only tonight that i found out what happened after i went into my place. i got into my place, and he only walked a few feet from the door when the cops stopped him. they started asking him if he was harassing me and questioning why he was walking me home. basically, he was a black man with a white girl. i was so upset when he told me this. here is this wonderful man who is always looking out for me and stuff, and by him simply being a gentleman, he is getting harassed by the cops. im not getting into this whole thing cause im too tired and drunk right now. it just makes me sad.
i was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO unimpressed by project runway tonight. i live for that fucking show and was so dissapointed by what was shown tonight. its one of the few reality shows where you need to have actual talent to be on, and most weeks, my jaw is on the floor. not this week. the 3 i predicted would make it to fashion week did. i need to start playing the lottery.
ok
sleep
me
ps- i was bad and ate ryans cocoa pebbles when i got home. i just threw them up. we're even now
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illstabyou:
That's so messed up. Chaka rules. Even though I only met him once for all of a four minutes.
lolablu:
Is he gonna eat your vomit?