this week has been a tough week for me…
between a ton of work,
that vp trying to be on my ass over little shit,
and other chaos happening at given moments,
i had to go stand in a conference room and woosah a few times.
i wanted to say “fuck it all” with a little bit of alcohol.
as soon as i got off at my stop,
i walked my happy ass over to the likka sto’.
i got me a bottle of moscato,
and some fruit punch.
i also decided to stop at the grocery store to buy some groceries.
my fridge has been bare for a little while,
plus i had nothing to eat for dinner tonight.
hell tomorrow and the next day.
and the day after that.
so i go get some stuff at pathmark,
50 dollars worth,
and i head to my spot.
ready to put on some music and turnnnnnnnn up.
i get to my building and the elevator isn’t working.
okay so i go take the stairs.
i get up almost all the stairs of the 6th floor and shit happens.
why did the bag handles rip out my hand,
the one with the bottles in it,
and they all go flying down the stairs.
why did all the bottles break,
my chicken busts open,
and everything was a crime scene at the bottom of the stairway?
when i say i was TIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?
there goes 50 dollars worth of likka down the drain.
well down the stairs.
i had to go clean all that shit up while trying not to scream.
now that i’ve calmed down,
i guess i’ll go get another bottle and buy some more chicken tomorrow.
no use crying over split alcohol.