I went to sleep at 1 in the morning after watching Family Guy and Robot Chicken. I woke up to my alarm that was set to 9:30 but you know I woke up and 9:38. I'm suppose to go to the Reck Center with my cousin Tailor. We're just going to chill and watch people play basketball. Well at least I am. I don't feel like going swimming yet but soon I will. A few minutes later I got dress and put on black gym shorts and a Hollister shirt. I didn't feel like going anywhere right now because ITS TOO DAMN EARLY FOR ME TO GET UP ON A SUMMER DAY! But I don't want to sit in the house all day. I had eaten a corn dog for breakfast and waiting for my mom to drop me off but she has to take my sister to the store. Tailor had called me to see where I was.
Tailor: "Junior, where are you? Me and Jazz is already here and Jazz said you're making her mad."
Me: "ughh I'm comin. My mom just took Shay to the store she'll be back quickly."
Tailor: "well you need to hurry up cuz I'm leaving at 2:30."
Me: "girl I'm gone be there at least before 12."
Tailor: "so you're just gone keep me here for an hour?"
Me: "uhh...no... just wait I'll be there."
Tailor: "mmhmm. I think you lying but ok."
A few minutes later after that.
Tailor: "Are they back yet?"
Me: "...no"
Tailor: "boi"
*Later on that day*
Well, it looks like I'm not going today. Mom came home and was like "CLEAN THIS MUTHAFUCKIN KITCHEN UP NOW!" I walked out the room and saw her walking to me and said "lemme come home to another dirty house, ima whoop some ass."
I just looked at her like "uh ok" and walked to the kitchen. I had to clean the whole fuckin kitchen by myself. When I got done, I went straight into my room and took a nap. Later when I got up, I played the game with my brothers. lol I love hearing my big brother getting mad over the game. My mom drinks, so she went to her so called nasty ass boyfriend of her's. I went into the kitchen and ate nun but noodles.
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