so i've been up since like 8 wondering what the fuck is going on. my grandmother wakes both me an my brother up in a state of panic, yelling about window washers and that we need to close our windows. Mind you, the windows were open half and inch. and the window washers didn't come down to my floor for about 2 more hours.
Speaking of my crazy grandmother.she walks up to me last night in a hushed tone and proceeds to tell me that me might be moving again into a house. OUR house with heavy implications on the our. She will know by Sunday if the crack deal is going down or not, but I'm left wondering…so really whose going to help us move this time. We have moved three times in the last 2 years, and over the time people just stop showing up. Its usually just one uncle brave enough to say fuck it. anyway all I'm saying is if we do move,. I'm getting my own room or else people will die. all around the world they will scream my name and die.
