Rough days, rougher nights.

Shit man, I need a vacation. UB is on vacation, lucky bastard. I guess thats one of the benefits of working for the school district... hella vacations. I ain't trippin though, he definitely deserves his time off. I just wish I had some too. That damn audit kilt me yesterday. I swear, you'd think the micro lab was the only damn lab in the building. Bastards refused to leave. I'm gonna start keeping shit foul as hell up in here. I think I'm too neat and they gravitate to my Immaculate Laboratory Maintenance. Fuckers. I fake-smiled so long my damn face hurt by the time them suckas left. And I still had to work until like 7:45. And when I got home, my ice cream was gone. So you know I ain't a happy bitch. What's bad is I don't really have time to write now either. We've got another group coming in about 2 hours. I just didn't want nobody to think I died or something since I have a propensity for bad shit happening to me. However, I do have two things to report. First, I am happy to say that Baby Cuz has left the building. So I got my bed back temporarily. Now we're just back to the rotating schedule of the Air Mattress of Doom (BOOO). This is one of the times where it sucks to live at home, aside from the impromptu Fried Chicken Parties and Lame Black Movie marathons thrown on any given work night when I need to sleep. Just think: Church's Chicken, red Kool-Aid and random niggas, mixed with Love and Basketball, followed by Best Man, and The Wood. All back to back, with a little bit of Love Don't Cost a Thing thrown in for that added homicidal rage on my part. Fucka Christina Milian at 3:00 in the morning. I don't give a damn how "fine" she is, us REAL bitches deserve to sleep, because, you know, we actually have to GO TO WORK every day. Dammit. Welcome to my nightmare. Go kill yourself now in sympathy for me. I can't die just yet, I just started back to getting laid. Oh yeah. I'm reporting shit. Okay, second thing. I'm an official East Coast Mob Bossilina. Or gang hoodrat. I don't know. I have to clarify exactly what the hood is from this negro here. But yeah, you don't want it with me. I got the Westside of the West Coast, and now I'm on the East Coast too. Worldwide Westside, bitches. Break yo'self! LOL.... okay I'm going back to work. I know I need help. But not as much help as Panama. I'll get at cha later. I'm out.