sike!
it was just the sirens practicing.
however, i awoke this morning thinking,
"hey, i have been here about a month and haven't heard them once."
roomie says "hey erica, why is the floor so clean in this spot here?"
erica replies "well, in my efforts to practice for the WNBA, i tried to throw a coffee filter full of grounds about 3 feet into the trash can, and my results of 'practicing,' i was reminded that i probably will never be a sucessful basketball player."
rommie, "cold, cold reality"
*sigh...
oh and a note to the motherfucker who tried to break into roomie's truck:
fuck off.
-e
there were more things i wanted to say in this blog in general, but alas, my short term memory is at a loss...
end transmission
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