I've been stranded at my grandmas house since friday.
First my muffler is like dragging on the fucking ground. Sooooooo I was too scared to drive the 10 mins home because I thought it would fall off and a sixteen wheeler would crash into me and I’d die
SO I had my boyfriend tie it up. Problem solved yay now I can go sleep in my bed and get back to my diaper pail so I don’t have to take out the trash every time this guy makes a poop and -
Oh. Now my keys are MIA. No, like really gone. I turned this fucking house over more than three times looking for this shit, looked thru the garbage and everything. My shit gooooooooone.
SO I’M STUCK.
Luckily I work up the block so my boyfriend will pick me up and drop me at work tomorrow. And then my grandpa will give me my spare when he gets here from his house.
Being at my grandmas house itself isn’t so bad; the worst part is my phone charger is at home so my phone has also been dead since Friday. And theres nothing to eat. AND MY WALLET IS LOCKED IN MY CAR.
But like ugh
Can someone just shoot me? Please?
I just wanna be in my bed at this point. I’m tired of not washing my face with neutrogena and not having a play area to put shakur in.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh. My first day sober after I decided to not spend anymore money on weed and I lose something like a fucking doula. I need a blunt bro.
Goodnight niggas.