stitchy

Today at work, my biggest concern was why can't I afford my dream vehicle? I had no idea what it cost. Fucking $50G's, I found out. 50. 50??!!! I kept running and re-running the numbers. It always came up, way more than my god damn rent. So, I called my friend, who owns a GMC dealership in Oakland, to tell him I wanted to buy a phat ass Denali...in Black, only, What is the dealer price, I ask?! He LAUGHED for 5 minutes straight, I swear. I was mother-fuckin pissed off. He said I could maybe afford one used, with my trade-in in kickass condition. Ass-wipe. He said he would see what he could do....since I was so persistent that I needed this vehicle. There is just something very erotic about how that vehicle sounds. Have ya heard one pass by ya? I can always tell if it's a Denali. Oh my god. The best is starting the engine on one of those babies. Pure Erotica. Whatever. I guess I'm wierd that way with sounds..... So that was my major bitch session today.....until 11:17PM I get an AOL email which i hate b/t/w (AOL SUCKS) in response to a casual email about.....do you have this chicks email?.....I get the email...and a response that this woman I dearly love (who has stage 4 ovarian cancer) has been in the hospital for 4 days. And no one fucking ever told me. I can't believe it. She just called me 2 weeks ago and was all happy that her cancer count was down 100 points. Whatever that means. But I thought that was good. Mother fuckin' shit. Life has a way of pulling everything in perspective. So I'm gonna go see her tomorrow at lunch.

Then my bro emails me 11:50PM...."i hear you are coming home soon....lemme know when so i can ask off from work and we can hang." and he misspells my name. DUDE quit smoking so much POT!!! It made me laugh tho!

There ya go....my wierd ass day.