this is S.
I'm done writing in my planner. i've smoked a few, ate like 3 almond toffee cookie and drank my drink. now I'm just talking to chuck and lil J while they are doing their own business. i have no idea what im suppose to do since lil J and i are suppose to leave for palmdale hours ago so that we could do the shit that he's suppose to do for the shop but NOOOOO!!! here we are, the three of us hanging out at starbucks for almost 3-4 hours now doing our own thing.
lil J is so effin slow. i cant take it! he think and when he does think, his brain would have a BRAIN LAG for like hours and even days! GOD EFFIN DAMN IT!!!
i cant take this shit and the worse part is, he effin blames it on me. how lame is that?
so yeah, chuck just saw me writing this so yeah, he's like... "oh my God, you're blogging."
ARGH!!! he even has his effin ipod so he can't hear me and chuck whenever we talk to him. he's in like SELF-EXILE territory or something. i was telling chuck earlier that its so funny how chuck and i would just do our own thing and leave the RETARD in the corner with his drink, ipod and laptop to do his own shit and we're good. he'll be a good retard after that.
oh well. its almost time for blair to leave work.
CONGRATULATIONS in getting a job B!!!
its your turn chuck! get a good job so that we can all be ballin again!
anyway, i think we're going. chuck's showing lil J his new tattoo. so yeah, il write again fosho bitches!
much amor!
= S =
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