Honk if you're hot and sweaty like me
5:46 p.m. - 2003-09-13
I wrote a pencil/paper entry today, but it's in my car. I might post it later. It's a rant to baby's daddy. I know you're shocked, but it's true.
Since then, I've had a fight with the management of my slums. She really hurt my feelings. So, I went to look at other apartments. Ya'll, there are actually other apartments out there that are soooo much more ghetto than mine. So, I guess I'll sit here with my dripping ceiling (AGAIN!) and broken air conditioner (AGAIN!) and not gripe about it in my diary (AGAIN!). I rearranged my bedroom. You know what? Moving furniture can get a lot of anger out.
If you drive by tonight, give me a honk. My windows are open, so I'll hear ya.