To hell with this.

I repeat, TO HELL WITH THIS. I renounce the system. I renounce the establishment. I'm in a bad F'in mood, and I don't care. I renounce everything I've been forced to embrace and comply with (except the Lord... y'all know I luv the lawd). I hereby declare that I'm going to be a full time salsa dancer, and a crossing guard. I'm gonna tell that nigga ex-Baby (he's still ex-Baby as of now) to marry me, and we're gonna live in my momma's garage and I'm gonna have all his nappy head, hazel eyed babies. I'm trading in my Mustang for a 89 Citation. And I'm going to go out and get burgundy and red braids (although I love blue, I live in Piru hood. What can I say?). Then I'm giving all my clothes to goodwill and I'm going to hit the swapmeet on Avalon. I'm going to buy all the Paco jeans I can see, and all the hood outfits, because I'm going to be a professional video ho' and club hoppin' heffa. I'm gonna learn to like weed smoke, and I'm gonna become the Hennesy Queen. Then I'm gonna go and get me a county check to supplement my crossing guard income in my momma's garage because she's gonna make me pay utilities. Yep, that should do it. I'm grumpy. I'm hungry. I'm pissed off. And I'm sleepy. And cold. All the things that ensure my day will be 110% F'ed up. I'm sick of everything. I wanna take a nap. I think I will, even though I haven't even been here a whole hour yet. I'll be in the Sacred Cave of Introspection (with my box cutter) if anyone is looking for me. BLAH.