So. Me and my gma have to go to texas this weekend for my dad's surgery. My gma complained about gas, so my mom said she'd write a check and mail it. SHe called me today and told me she was mailing a check for a hundred dollars, and asked if that would be enough. I told her a hundred was ridiculous, that 30 got us there last time. She said okay. So I tell my grandma this, and my grandma gets mad at me, and starts freaking out about us running out of gas. Then she calls my mom and they get into it, and I'm right in the middle. But. Every pile of horseshit has a silver lining, as they say. I'm not bored. Rachel and a dude from her work/my ex work came by and smoked with me, and it was extremely relieving, like getting a visitation in prison. I wish I at least still had my car so I could drive around. But. As it stands, I've got a quarter sack and a shit ton of drama to keep me busy. And hey. People near tulsa that happen to read this. You should come by and smoke with me. Because like I always say, boredom kills, and if time were mortal I'd be the 2010 jack the ripper. |
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