wtf.

yo, i don't know... i'm in a weird place today.

kevin was in a car crash last night.
he's fine, but he didn't sound it and i still haven'tbeen able to talk to him about it... i wanted to talk about it last night but he was like "let's just go to sleep" before i could even bring it up. then i texted him this morning that i wanted to talk to him, but he was straight BUGGIN'. he was talking in a really high-pitched voice about easter eggs and how Jesus died yesterday. oh boy @ him just IMing me now that i've said i want to talk to him again. i was tryna make sure he's okay last night and he's asking about my day... fool, you were in a accident, wtf? i was like "why are you worried about MY day?" and he's like "because i love you". [ sighs ] BUT YOU WERE IN A FUCKIN' ACCIDENT!

i'm hungry.

i should do laundry, but keep stopping.

sigh @ terry calling me. i knew i shouldn't have picked up the phone. effin' Brooklyn area codes. lmao, i swear he's in denial. "save my number as 'my boo' so you know who this is next time". UHM! i dont like you. i have a boyfriend. i don't wanna meet up with you. END OF STORY.

NEXT.


let me go put these clothes in the laundry so i can get myself some cinnamon raisin bagels with butter and honey from the library and return these books.


peace.