what you know about that... i know all about that

I applied for a job to Blatitattat a while ago. WAAAY before everyone and their moms wanted to be an artist there but they aren't very organized from what i can tell... they still haven't got back to me. losers i just need some money. the place has an opening...that's supposed to be mine already... and aren't interviewing people... they're having people explain what tattoo they would give a few random people from the block... i hear i'm one of them.... you know some idiot, Miranda, thinks i'm a guy... well i'd give her a intricate design of question marks and star burst that looks like a cloud releasing a deep huff of air. all sorts of different colors...why? well she always seems to be flustered or forgetful or rushing or hating something she needs to relax and take some deep breaths. even i know better than to let this place get to you. if you do you'll be stuck here...in the never ending round-a-bout.

shawty swing my way

Its raining...lovely. I'm not being sarcastic. i really like the rain. i love how the droplets turn into mini rivers running down the window. there's a crack in the wall some where around the window that lets water seep in that has created a permanent water mark... it's such an eye sore.... no matter how clean my room is that one spot throws it all off. my friends never notice it they say that I'm staring to hard i think they aren't looking at the obvious. maybe I'll paint over it...i can put something over it...i can just not be so anal about it... nah. it's too annoying to ignore. as i walked to the kitchen i saw a limo pull up to what i believe is a strip joint. why so early? are they really that lonely... 

i walk to the bus stop to meet my friend from out of town. he goes to a prestigious art school somewhere that isn't here. he got a scholarship for being so effin' talented it's epic. it takes him like 5 minuets to paint an intense scene like a car crash or something. i can't help but be jealous. the bus pulls up and he gets off laughing at me. because he knows i hate this sticky feeling that the rain has left hanging over the block like a bed with five people eating cotton candy under a wet blanket it amuses him to take his time

we wondered around the block for hours variously going in and out of places. we even saw a man get stabbed after helping some guy from being mugged i got pictures of course, since someone had already freaked out and call the cops. there was no need for any extra commotion. Torel...yeah... that his name... people never know how to pronounce it so they just call him Timothy.... his middle name. after hours of being occupied with nothing important to other people we decided to go to the bowling alley. oh we didn't go to bowl cause bowling is lame of course but we went for the scrumptious chili cheese fries.....yummmmmm. good thing we went when we did later that day like around midnight i heard the place getting robbed and some shots were fired...wow why would you rob a place so lame...meh....i wonder if everybody was okay.