I feel as if I'm the girl in the bathtub in that scene from Knocked Up, the one towards the end where she's about to go to the hospital for the "last time." So much chaotic shit has been happening but I knew that it would turn out well in the end! It has! Mainly one thing, if you know me than you know what I'm talking about, so I won't waste your time away when it's a beautiful Friday when you should be wasted! I feel that I should be celebrating but that and mourning is exactly what got me into this mess so it kinda seems pointless and/or not smart, plus I got something mean of a scratchy throat as of since Sunday. Blah. Sunday. The weekend was good but Sunday was just... Something that would happen to me but something I don't want to happen to me. Hah.
Anyways, I'm so stoked that it's Friday, mainly I wouldn't be because it would be so consistant but now that I'm a working class citizen in a Bush, soon-to-be, Obama(?) enviornment, I feel that I've slaved my week away to appreciate the weekend. Ugh. Everytime I cough though it just makes me want to go to sleep and be dumb-up. Plus, I haven't heard much of anything going on so it's kinda like, "why should I waste my gas if there is really nothing to do," feeling as well. I don't know. OKay!Okay!Okay! I quit my whineing(sic?) as of now.
I'm just going to post this last statement; a "P.S." If you will: my job is so rewarding, especially when I get the Christmas-lit faces from the elders when I bring them their medical supplies. It's rewarding and you kinda feel your "karma" boost. On top of that feeling I get my own business phone and car; the car comes with a gas card too! It's alwright but the damn hours... DAMN THESE HOURS! Oh well. I'm a grown-ass-man so I need to just put up with it(last whine before the weekend is over).
OH! For real-P.S. These new mixtapes I have are really really really good. I hope to play a show soon to show all of you. You know I keep you dancing alllllllll night!!
See you this weekend(?) Don't let me cough on ya!!
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