vida.

Damn I'm feenin' for a sandwich from Subway. Slori? Can you help me on this one?

I just sent two of my friends an email...
" so im walking to work and i keep hearing "CLANK CLANK" so i just ignored it thinkin maybe its my earrings or bracelets or sumthin.. when i got here and put my bag down i heard ... CLINK CLANK... CHING.. im like wtf... i open my bag... there is a bottle of bacardi melon in it..im so ashamed. "

WTF!? WHO does that? WHO? Due to the simple fact I almost had a panic attack yesterday when I thought I lost my keys, I told myself I will just make use of the front pocket in my purse. But Ladies & Gentlemen... had I NOT been woken out of my sleep at 3 in the morning, I wouldn't have deemed it necessary to grab the bottle for the freak show festivities. Yes, I have hoodrat friends.

I was minding my own business ... sleeping (REMIND ME TO GET BACK TO THAT)... and my phone rings... it's Swollen. I knew it had to be serious, because we're text-a-holics. The convo basically entailed that T.Wockee had gotten into an altercation with Helmet Harry... I jump up outta my sleep.. stuck on DAMN STUPID... thinking WTF!?! WHO would fight T.Wockee? like ...WHAT?! now I'm trying to grab anything to put on, but my better judgement is telling me to AT LEAST attempt to match... thank goodness I did! After hanging up the phone, I received another phone call... not completely contradicting Swollen, but it did contradict for the most part. You see, Helmet Harry was indeed fighting, just not with T.Wockee... :o... these MOFOS woke me up for NUTHIN?!... NUTHIN?! ::mysterious from da band voice::... So I get another call from Swollen. After me calling her all types of liars.. she goes on to say that the two original dudes are about to go at it again. So.. naturally.. my ass falls for it and goes downstairs. Knowing that my friends are already drunk, I start downing my bottle... just to find out that their isn't going to be a second fight.. & that they were going to a bar and knew that the fight would get my dumbass out the house!

I'm an idiot... I don't know WHY I didn't see that coming. The rest of the story I honestly CAN'T explain. I need a camera. For real. no, for real.

But anyway back to my dream. It happened again. The dream where the alleged spirit is pushing you down, making breathing difficult. I tried to scream, and honestly I think I was screaming but I couldn't feel my voice vibrations, but I think I could hear it. I hope my neighbors don't think I'm crazy... Anywho this "demon dream" was different. In this one, a black cover was over my head, and I could see a hand, like... a childs hand reaching over my forehead. I kept trying to sing songs "Yes, Jesus loves me", and another one that slips me now and my body just wouldn't wake up. I was literally FORCING myself to wake up. Then for some reason I kept playing this song from my Sh*tberry...

(sry but imeem doesn't have the right version...plus the video is cute)