i hate being home
Thursday, Dec. 16, 2004   7:20 pm

sometimes i hate the people i live with. they are so wierd and so...adamant on some things. i dont know how to explain sheila and captain lee enough.

there are currently 8 copy machines in the living room. along with 2 couches, and entertainment center, and 2 bookshelves. how? i have no fucking clue. along with those 8 copiers there are 6 men staying here too. making the grand total of people in this 2 bedroom house 11.

my main goal for the remaining 4 days these guys are here is to be out of the house as often as possible. i was about to get ready to go out with miriam when lee asked me to go with sheila to drop off their ex-drug dealer/current boat cleaner, raheem. lee told me raheem lives in a rough part of town and he didnt want her going alone. first of all, as long as she stays in the car i think shell live. second of all, miriam was like 5 minutes from the house and ready to get me. which is rare since i live so far out of the loop.

some-fucking-how they talked me into going with sheila. so, i had to cancel my evening plans. miriam isnt going to come back here to get me. i pretty much missed that chance. so i went. where we dropped this guy off was nicer than any place ive ever lived. i dont understand why in the hell i had to go with. i was so mad when i saw the gated community we were about to enter. i was partly hoping we were just driving through and on the other side was a trailer park or something. but no. i think it was called the villa linda or something...

shit, the guys are all home now. im not dressed yet for the day. and im stuck here with 10 other people for the rest of the night. im gonna have to call some last minute people pretty soon.

or take some triple c's and hook up with the cute one. we'll see. wish me luck.