The way I see it, we always have two choices: dainty or ragtag scallywag. This is a mere record of my daily decisions as a 24 year old barista on her fcking grind. ^^/
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# gold day
# gold day
# not just friend
# don't mind me
I’m trying to stay calm but I’m tired. I had to pee really bad but had to go to the bank to deposit my check from special me. When I finally got home, the clutter in my truck had to come in with me. So I put the empty Tupperware, somen salad, apron etc in my purse and in the other hand, I juggled my laptop, a newspaper with an article I wanted to read, my pay stub, my keys and my huge water bottle. Of course I closed the door on my purse, who wouldn’t in this fucking annoying situation? Waddled over to the door and of course just getting my keys into position to even INSERT into the lock is frustrating as all hell, lets not even discuss the feat it was to get the thing to turn and open. Zavi was in my way, of course. I HAVE A SHITLOAD OF STUFF IN MY ARMS I LOVE YOU BUT COULD YOU LIKE GET OUT OF MY WAY FOR A FEW SECONDS?
I stumble to my room where my toe gets stubbed on the gate to my room. Of course. The pain in my toe is like a catalyst for the need to urinate and all I can think about is putting ALL THIS STUFF DOWN and go pee. But I think to myself, I’ve earned a little blog-reading on the potty, so I take my laptop into the bathroom and sit down and start to relax…
The internet’s not working. So I’m typing this on my phone.
My rage was interrupted by a phone call from Toni on his break at work. I calmed down, pooped, and made some tea. My internet came back on. Everything was okay and I feel silly for being so angry. Why can’t I just be apprecitive for the things I have? Why can’t ANYONE?
My life’s good. Better than most, and that’s not being cocky, that’s being BLESSED. Sometimes I forget.
Treat me like the dirt.
Water me with your secrets,
then watch our love grow.
witnessed a shootout in toni’s neighborhood on the mainland so we were trying to escape from the gangs because they were trying to kill us. we hid in various peoples houses but the houses we chose just so happened to be occupied by members of the gangs enemy so they were already looking around there. we hid in a bathroom of a BIG enemy of the gang but we didn’t know it. it felt the safest there but we heard a rustling outside. toni sat on the toilet and pretended to just be a person pooping or something and i crouched down under the window. a gang member found us and was saying stuff in spanish like “is this what you wanted?”to toni and he put a sharpened pencil to my chest. i felt it pierce my skin and thought to myself “this has to be a dream right? this is the moment where miraculously, i get saved” but nobody was saving me and the gang dude told toni that if he made a move, i’d be dead. then i thought “maybe this isn’t a dream, and maybe this is how i die…nobody is saving me. this sucks.” but then the head of the enemy gang, a HUGE boobed black lady shot the dude in the head and whisked us off to safety. she put us in a bus and told us to just learn how to drive it and we’ll get to where we need to go. i didn’t even know where we were supposed to go but janelle higa was already driving and reading instructions for how to drive a bus so she just drove the whole way. a guy was walking on the road in front of the bus so we were driving at the pace of a man walking.
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# bread butt
# i ate this