perhaps.

lmao, i got screamed on by my stepmoms last night? yeeeaaah. fun times. i'm over it, though, took a dose and half of Nyquil, showered, and hit the sheets. Kevin called at like... 1 AM, and i remember waking up just enough to start babbling, lol. i fell back asleep and when i woke up, it was like 45 minutes later and homeboy was still on the phone, lol. i had to text him to get his atrtention, though. i wasn't as mad by then, but i still did my little venting bit. i told my dad in the morning and at first he was like "well, if you don't wanna get screamed on, handle your business" and i'm like, yeah, i understand, but i don't wanna be insulted. he told me yeah, i had a right to not be insulted and he'll talk to her, but i gotta keep up myend of things. cool by me. my thing is, that if we all supposed to be grown, that don't mean you can swell up on me and scream in my face, make me feel horrible. nah, it can't go down like that.

i'm at my job with my rising 3rd and 4th graders, but their getting disciplined right now, lol. did i mention that i'm going shopping after work? capris, here i come. smexi. second check is for my bras and stuff. after that, it's a free for all. gotta put money to the side, too. being on the broke side is KILLING MEEEEE, lol.

we're not going to the movies, go figure. i'm not surprised.

lmao, i'm like popcorn - hot and fluffy, LMAO. suh-weet. thanks, Gabriel Iglesias.


peace.