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tres

So this has been my day so far.

I woke up to an empty loft I share with my friend Niall (well, more like an acquaintance that felt bad for me, and decided to let me live with him and his girlfriend for awhile.) (She talks bad about me when she thinks I can't hear her.) (So also talks about her family drama when she thinks I can't hear her.) (It's pretty entertaining.) (Also very stressful to hear about.) (Her brother is in a coma after running so much on little hydration due to the disciplines being inflicted on him at his military training camp.) (His girlfriend is sleeping with his cousin, who happens to be dating the drill sergeant's little sister.) (They say "poor guy," but I say, "Maybe you shouldn't join the military if you're just going to act up and get punished the whole time.) (Anyways.)

Niall is in Chicago with his smack-talking, two-sided girlfriend (based off what I heard, sounds like she got it from her aunt.) (She has cancer now.) (Poor smack-talking, two-sided Aunt Melinda.) He might propose to her, which means I need to get a new place. Also meaning, I need a job. A job that hires talentless, unskilled and rude employees with an unprofessional haircut. (I think it looks nice though.)

I know bad people, and I know losers who like to think they're bad. The losers didn't know of any jobs, considering they're jobless as well. (We bond over this.)

Other the other hand, the bad people have plenty of jobs to hand to a friend on a silver platter, but only one for talentless, unskilled, rude people:

Supplier.

Basically, 'supplier' is the label the bad people use to protect them from feeling guilty. You'd think they stop caring about their conscience by now, after years of robbery and sleeping with spouses and their trips to jail.

Suppliers are basically thieves that break into homes and cars, steal things that look valuable, and give them back to bad people to sell. Suppliers only get 45% of earnings.

It's a marvelous life.

Considering I've never stolen from people (professionally), I should start by breaking into cars, but it just so happens a coworker named Zayn really hates me.

So here I am.

Unsure, with a drenched bag in my arm and my finger tapping nervously against it, as a thousand thoughts try to make sense of themselves in a strangers cramped, dirty laundry room, as previously stated.

And that's why you should take grades seriously. 'School is cool.'

a/n:

tres means three in Spanish. Not a mispelling of tree. Didn't chya know. 🌈

(also if you comment "fiLLERR CHAPPTEERE LOLZ" I will be unsteady about this. Yes, I am aware it is. Shut up. also, don't say lolz. leave that in 2009. thank you.)