It's Monday and I'm working on EMPTAY! I'm not tired...I just don't want to be here. I was already almost 3 hours late fucking around with the lady from General Services in the Badges division.
SHOUTS to dat biatch Maria Conchita Enriqueta Guadalupe Hermosilla de Guadalajara for giving me the third emm'effin degree like my folks ain't been here since the cultivation of AmeriKKKa!!!! So I'mma write that tramp a lil sumthin to let her know how I feel about her infringing upon my Monday morning"
I SOOOO appreciate YOU telling ME where I work, what I need and DON'T need to get into my building, questioning my FACE and HAIR and SMILE all while wearing an INSIDE OUT jacket and a stroke-laced lip saggin' dirty toothed grin! BITCH! Puhleez!!! How you gon' question me about ANYTHING when you lookin like you still got border dust under ya fingernails and in ya chonclas?!?!? And don't ack like I don't know why that jacket was inside out. That's ya "sellin'" jacket and if you turned it inside out everybody at work would know the prices you charge for tamales, chicle and for lettin' the donkey eff ya CHOCHA!
So...think before you break out the Patriot Act on folks again. Cuz I got 3 words for you, hoe: LA MIGRA, BITCH!
I AM NOT THE ONE! I mean... "No soy el uno" (or something like that!)
So...in celebration of the fact that I ain't got ISH to say today...here goes a SURVEY, thirstay!
Monday, February 25, 2008