Here I don’t mind so much.
I’m easily distracted, stressed, and leaned on for a number of things I don’t quite understand. I’m writing whatever comes to mind, as I always have and releasing whatever thoughts come my way, I’m letting the endorphins tell me where to go and what to do, and most of the time, I don’t even understand the why of it all.
O is infinite and all encompassing.
So, let me tell you about a stupid ass situation I’m dealing with, fuck it, I’m just going to fucking rant on about a fucking money grubbing asshat I’m delaing with and hope to high fucking hell I get to smack the utter fuck out of them for doing nothing but constantly asking me for fucking money and never really having any god damned actual fucking conversations anymore.
Fuck them, I’m done, I fucking quit them, I have better conversations with everyone at work than I do with this pain in the fucking ass and they know I ain’t sending them shit….
this was in regard to a trip to subway, and there was this homeless man fucking about and I had no beef with this dude, y’all, I was just minding my own dead ass business as a motherfucker should and this little bastard comes up to me a starts bugging me for money, I told that sumbitch, fuck naw, I don’t fuck with cash like that, and he’s like, I guess I’ll see you later then.
Motherfucker, no, you will not talk to me later, I will whoop that ass till the sun comes back down so it can have a god damn turn as well. Talkin bout giving you money, shit, I’d be better served cutting off my left nut than giving you jack shit.
Thing is, I go to Homechef in the evenings and come back in the morning and I’m easily distracted, so let’s move on to crypto where I’ve bought 2 million Shiba with a long term plan of selling that shit off as soon as it reaches 1 dollar a coin.