"We're going this Monday," Ellie said as she walked into the room, "She just called me and asked us to be there befpre 4.30 pm."
"Where's the invitation cards and stuffs?" I replied, confused because she said she was supposed to deliver the cards herself. "She said she'd meet us at the Traveller's Suites," Ellie convinced me, "But she asked us to come in such casual outfits and said we come voluntarily."
"Ah yes, you are a contractor," she finished.
WTF? I'm not good at lying, so does my face and my damn clothes. But whatever, it'll suppose to be fun since we'll spend hours of talking my die-hard fave thing: Satellite/pay/TV shits. Yay.
Woke up this morning and tried some long kept shirts i'd tucked inside my closet which looked so worn-out, hell with it, they wont kick me out because of my dread look and boots, rite?
The weather is dull at the moment and it feels like the 90's when I was still in high school and smell the swamp and bufallos besides our class. Wet grass and damp odors, oils in hands and Math on the blackboard, it just feels oddly old rite now, dunnow why.
Lammy is sleeping upstairs, JayJay is playing Blue Beats, and I need to take a dump and do minutes of meditation with chemical gas and water cleanser. In the meantime, have yourself a great day.
