Lately it's been reruns of "malcom in the middle" & "whose line is it anyway" filling up my final hours before hitting the sheets like sum 9 to 10am. Anyways getting up 7 hrs later doesn't always set u up for the best of moods. Got a call from my lecturer letting me know she wasn't gonna make it to class(usually its the other way round), eased me up a lil there but yet being ever so determined i still headed down to school anyways where i proceeded to the devil's den and came out two hours later and 50 bucks short. One of these days im gonna shoot that indian hustler! Thanks to my friend Harun who got me out or i would've gone home with only a barrel covering my private parts(like in them old school cowboy movies).
It's true what they say where if u start ur day in a not so desirable mood everything u do during the rest of the day just keeps fucking up one way or the other. I gotta learn to adapt this theory into that stubborn head of mine. It's like what my old lady always says, "Stop trying to blame others for ur own faults, yer lil fuck". ha ha, ok i exagerated a bit but hey, the point it clear & thats what matters. Tomorrow i'll go swimming and maybe this time i'll drown, along with my sorrows. Ah fuck it! whatever works....
It's true what they say where if u start ur day in a not so desirable mood everything u do during the rest of the day just keeps fucking up one way or the other. I gotta learn to adapt this theory into that stubborn head of mine. It's like what my old lady always says, "Stop trying to blame others for ur own faults, yer lil fuck". ha ha, ok i exagerated a bit but hey, the point it clear & thats what matters. Tomorrow i'll go swimming and maybe this time i'll drown, along with my sorrows. Ah fuck it! whatever works....
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