wake up to my dad turning on everything possible to turn on tv. computer. open the blinds and tell me to sleep in my moms room. hes in my room more than i. hes fucking retarded.
work seemed like it would be chill. do everything good, good mood, the hair is bangin' and half way through working, james pulls me aside and talks to me bout the past shops; and i guess how badly i do it... all my past shops i been getting 10s, and i was hoping it to keep it like that... but i fucked up. he basically said the rudest shit to me, and lowered my self esteem big time. he basically called me a fucking failure and all this shit. i was like like okay, bitch i dont need this shit at work, because someone at home says the same shit to me everyday. i was so fucking pissed, that i almost cried. then i had to pick up tapoica balls that these fuckers threw all over the store. fuck my life right?
finnaly get off work, and picked up morgan to meet up at jack and the crack, with mel, ben, levi, matt and jd. got food, drop their cars, park and then post. roll up two blunts and tac tac the yukon. get hella lit. went on a walk to hear this creepy ass owl shit. try to go to the "pipe", but then we rolled again. and then another. GOD DAMN! go on a walk again and get hella scared and shit... head back to jack and the crack, get some arizonas and candy while they get jack and the box. then spilt ways.
im so tired, i cannot wait to sleep. number three? i think so.
i want to see you next weekend.
ugh. this sucks waiting. im so ready to jump in. .... ew i got work tmmrw at 4:30. i hope james isn't there, i hate that fucking fucker.
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