::Hi There!::
Hey! I'm happy...well about a certain thing...not in an overall sense. But that's not the point! I'm very excited because my medication is really starting to work on my skin. No more nastiness, well it's not as bad. It's still there and all, but it's not as flaky or dry. It actually looks like real skin, just a little discolored. Haha...like you guys want to hear about it! I had nothing else to write about today and I just wanted to say something. Maybe this will be the start of the boost in my self esteem! That would be cool. Umm...OK. I've wasted enough space. LOL. Bye!
It's like 10:26...and I'm mad. People are stupid. I was just trying to enjoy myself at Starbucks, I look out the window and people I don't even know are leaning on my car. THEY WAS DISRESPECKIN'!!! I lock my car from inside Starbucks...kind of like a, "Hey, back off"...surprise! They do it even more. Man...why are people whack like that? I don't know you! You don't know my car! Get off sucka! They sit there for Lord knows how long, because they have nothing better to do. I mean there's like 15 of them busters and they're acting like they were the Parking Lot Overlords or something, so I get annoyed and call the National (Nasty) City Police. The operator lady is giving me flack like I'm lying about the situation. I was like "There's people in the parking lot leaning on cars that don't belong to them." She's all like, "Well, how do you know they don't own those cars?" So I was like, "Well, one of the cars belongs to me." I mean I saw a freaking squad car go into the Starbucks drive thru, so I ask the dispatcher chick to ask them to come back around when they're done. She was like, "Yeah, ok I'll radio them." But those fucking prick ass cops just leave the parking lot. Man, I hate the police. They be pulling some faulty crap everytime I deal with them. (Like giving me a ticket for a modified muffler, when the muffler was the stock muffler from the factory.) At least after seeing the police, they kinda disperse. BUT THEN, some of them walk into Starbucks, all loud and obnoxious. They happened to be fobs, you know the jerky ones who think it's cool to be an ass? After they walk in, they acted like they were trying to front on my homegirl who was with me, while I happened to be outside talking to one of my homeboys who I happened to call and came to check up on me. I went back inside and they were trying to give me threatening looks and whatever, but they sure as hell didn't say anything, well in English anyway. I get my stuff and I go to my car and check it out to make sure it wasn't fucked with and they're looking from the inside like they're part of some funny ass joke. I waited outside and I gave them looks like get your stank ass back out here and say something. But they didn't even move, stupid, fucking, lame ass, wannabe racers. Man, that shit is going to bite them in the ass. KARMA FOOL, IT'S A BITCH!!! OK, there's my rant. If I ever see them again that's it. I don't care how many of them there are. They're all bitches anyway.
Random Blurb: Hey boy...what yo' name eh-uh? (that's usually accompanied with my signature movements...as well as my friend Brenna...yeah we really know how to rake them hotties in...ahaha)
posted by Rochelle @ 7:03:00 PM
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