Okay, so, i'm sitting here on the phone with my future fiancee Ashley, && eating a bag of ritz crackers with Peanut butter, I dropped my freakin knife so now unfortunately I have to wash it, and me being poor as I am we don't have a dishwasher so I have to do it the caveman way. And did anyone know that freakin a three bedroom apartment is going for four thousand ,thats ridiculous.
Anyway, i got a tip for everybody, never put too much peanut butter on your crackers. Cus it gets stuck to the roof of your mouth and its not very comfortable. Oh yea and anybody whos' important enough to have my cell phone number, that fucker is broke so
Damn, now i don't remember where I left off at cus Ashley don't have her damn glasses and I'm writing this blog through her did I mention that?
So lets pick up somewhere else. UHm..I....am addicted to painpills. Yea. Me. Bruce Wright. I am, Bruce Wright. Write that. No Don't Write That!
...
Damn, I have A stomach ache
Ashley: Am I writing that.
Sure.
It is so hard to do anything involving peanut butter.
Uhm.so. today. yea thats what I meant to talk about. Today. This blog makes no sense by the way. So. I got no sleep. I got three hour asleep. I went to sleep at nine, woke up at twelve my mom was like heyyy, wake up. So we went to Kaiser, she picked up some pills. I think they're pills to help me sleep or whatever but uhm....yea. WHat else did we do? UHm...holdup...wait...Oh yea! Went to go pick up my little ass sister. No, we went to subway, I left my freakin journal at Subways. Can yall believe that. && then i almost had a freakin panic attack cus thats the only thing that keeps me sane. And then, we went home. No! Then we went to the kickboxing place. I think. I can't remember if we went there today or yesterday. The kickboxing place was kinda fun.
Ashley: Wow, its a good thing I didn't call you at two when I planned on it.
Two in the what?
Ashley: Two in the afternoon
Oh, no I wasn't here.
Ashley: Yea. Am I supposed to be typing this dialogue?
No, sure. OH. Yea. I have an idea. Erase it all.
Ashley: Nigga.
No forreal, erase it all && lets just type the dialogue so people can see how stupid we can be. No, actually, you're right, lets leave it.
Ashley: Shuttup.
No, you're not supposed to be typing anything right now, you're not supposed to be typing what I"m saying. What are you typing?
[/ bruce blog ]
This nigga is now talking about farting.
[bruce blog]
So, you should go get your glasses.
Ashley: No
No i'm just sayin you should go get em so you don't have to strain your eyes && make em worse
Ashley: I can see
Ashley..
Ashley: No
Ashley...please
Ashley: Shuttup
Ashley....
Ashley: Or i could just say i'm goin to get em, put the phone down for seven seconds, come back, say okay i got em, && have been sittin here the whole time.
Did you write all that down?
Ashley: No
You should have.
Ashley: Okay hold on, shuttup.
.....[&& a bunch of random other conversation that i'm not fucking typing]...
Ashley: Can I end your blog now?
Sure.
[/bruce blog]
THIS.NIGGA.
-continues pointless conversation
Duecersz
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