it's just one of those weeks... (tell um how you feel tues.)

for some reason... i've been moody all week... i mean... nothing is going on in particular... but everyone... and everything is BLOWING ME!!!!





these bitches in my office talk to damn much... about meaningless shit... it's like they don't even take a breath... then they always ask... "why are you so quiet..." i don't like you... i think your lame... you talk about shit i can't relate to... i don't really care about what you have to say... all i want to do is come to work... work hard at looking like i'm working hard... when really i aint doin shit... and go home... but no... i can't do that... i have to listen to your bullshit about your roommate... and you bitch ass boyfriend who won't stand up to you (i'm almost positive he has a vagina)... i just DON'T FUCKIN CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!!!!!!



sorry... i had to get that off my chest... these hoes in here are about to drive me crazy... they should write a blog... instead of talking to me...



you know what else gets on my nerves... people that speed to work... why? WHY? MUTHA FUCKA WHY?!?!?!



if i'm late to work... i'm just gonna be late... (i'm late everyday... it's my way of sticking it to the man...) why the hell would i speed and damn near get in an accident to go to a place i don't even want to be... if i'm gonna wreck my car... it's gonna be because i'm going to a party... to make some bad decisions... or for a booty call...



i hate... HATE dirty old men... and there are a bunch of them in my office... always asking... "why don't you ever say hi to me..." because your old... and you have worms... and you're gonna try to give them to me... that's why... you sick son of a bitch... you have a grandchild my age... so why the fuck are you asking me to lunch...

i'm gonna go drink some green tea... do some yoga... and look out my third eye...

actually... fuck all that son... i'm gonna put on some Wu-Tang... and hit a jay...

Nola*