I'm getting a new roommate today; she's a 22 year old girl from San Francisco. She told my other roommate that she likes to work on boats. Chill I suppose. Hope she listens to extremely violent and/or trashy hip hop. I'm sure she does. Who doesn't?
We cleaned the apartment this morning. I'm not sure why. It wasn't that dirty. I kind of woke up into it. Came out of my room yawning and grabbed a dust pan, balled that out for a little while. I think perhaps it was to set the precedent of a clean living environment for this girl. Bitch better get the hint so I didn't waste my normal early morning zoning out and ball scratching time for nothing.
It's still summer vacation here, but a cold front just came into Rio and the temperature has plunged to the low 70s. It's even threatening to rain today. I've taken precautions. If it rains and I can't go out I'm going to learn to crip walk, even though if I was in a position to join either, I'd probably go blood and rep those red laces.
No problem. Now the blood walk:
And one last one, can't help it. This girl better not be gang associated. Better not leave the seat down or refill the toilet paper so it pulls out in the wrong direction, cause I'll kill the bitch.
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