bitch warning

holeee fuck did i ever have to wait a long time for pot.
i contacted him around 5pm.. its now thirty-past midnight.
my poor fiancee is bussing all over the place to find me some.
(he tends to offer to do things that would INFURIATE me if i had to do them)

i'm out of my calm down pills.
ten days to go without them.

status of our rent: still uncertain
status of eviction: still uncertain

one thing i do know for certain..

I OWN YOU, FOOD. YOU ARE MY BITCH. I AINT EATING FUCK ALL. I WIN.
ahem.