XxxLa Rose NoirexxX
Bean: Haha. How many versions of that sign am I going to have to make? gonk <3
FOR ME!~
Damn it feels good to be a Gangster wink
so yeah. you guys. check this s**t out yo~
I had nothing to do today so when my buddy gives me a ring-a-ling asking me to go on over for a wonderful trip to the mall (entailing a 2 hour bus ride.. metrotown ain't now-where near me.. impy can attest to that.) and some mad-core sushi chompage and a wonderful time of bumming around the world.. i say "AYE" and make my way over.
Well we get along' and make it to the Mall lick-eh-di-split yo, and proceed to bum around the mall whilst waiting for our wayward french sidekick, the white~ (last name is Leblanc heh)
he's 2 hours late. meh.. whatever.
bean and his pal-y-o chillaxed and scoped ze hot bodies and ze not so hot bodies (and some downrigth scary people.. sheeee-it people are scary at times...) and waited.. and waited.
eventually he got there.
We engorged ourselves and made witht he merry making.
MMMMMMM SUSHI.
so yeah. went to the nearby Crystal mall. Buddy bought some Anime (it's a japanese mall) and then bought some scrumdiluptuous bubble-tea (sans pearls.. those things are snot in ball form), and made our way back to the homestead.
Good times.
rented some abominable Steven Segal movie (his newest travesty.) and bought snacks and slurpees and played 4 player naruto.
good times.
i know i know. your thinking. "Wait? that sounds like a most splendiforous time bean. Why for are you posting this in the b***h thread?"
Well my wayward son, listen up, crawl on closer to ol' grampa bean, for his tale is about to take a sorry turn for the bad. a spinning spiral of decreptitude.
listen. and be amazed.
Well bean has to be up early. i know you look at my posting time and ask yourself "Early, why it's 2am your time. what do you consider early?"
well i mean 5am early.
yeah
but can i sleep. no.
why?
Because that roomate i have seems to have ******** uponce more.
YEah.
i come home declareing "Damn those Hookers blow some mighty fine ****" [EDITED FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT] and whoa-betide...
MY house is a ******** wreck
I mean shitstorm in a typhoon crazy.
Apparently King ****-stock Decided to have a bit of a party.
There are drunken, passed out morons on my couches, in my bathroom and in my kitchen.
there is puke and trash all over.
oh.. and i just dragged some no-name schmuck from off my bed and threw him in the hall.
good times huh?
my brother is furious.
and somehow. somehow.
I'm going to be blamed.
i know it.
Every time something goes wrong in the house, i get blamed.
My grandparents (who live above us) are prolly gonna go apeshit. there was a "LETTER" on the dividing door saying "we called your mother, and we need to talk"
Some how my being the oldest brother means i'm supposed to be the responsible one.
despite being the one that has no job.
despite being the one that HAD a drug problem
despite being the one that has been to jail
despite everything
i love this place.
DAMN IT''S GOOD TO BE A GANGSTER.
hah.
so i'mma chillax in my room, listen to the Gheto Boyz and let the tenstion go.
cause honestly
If we keep all the pain and hurt inside, then one day that pain and hurt will be all thats left.
and honestly.
It doesn't matter.
Cause Damn it feels good to be a gangster,
Office Space = heart
b***h Over.
