You little fuckers

Yesterday I fell. Last week it warmed up enough to rain. Then, of course it got cold. The mess of rain and soggy snow left a layer of ice on everything. The grounds-keeping at school is a ridiculous joke so of course the entire parking lot and walk ways to and fro all the buildings are covered in ice and snow. By one particular building the ice is really bad, covering about 90% of the sidewalk. As careful as I was I started to slip, whipping my arms out of my coat pocket and flailing them around for leverage like a gay boy in show choir and my feet sliding around like I was James brown. Flailing around for what seemed like an eternity, I just about caught my balance as I was half bent over and then the weight of my backpack  shifted over my head and down I went. I laid there for a moment after saying fuck and sighing in shame and anger. I got up and a group of kids walked by staring at me and laughing. I immediately felt rage building up inside of me. I yelled at them “No really I’m fine, thanks for asking” and turned around and called them fucking assholes loud enough for everyone in eyesight to hear.  I had to make the walk of shame past all the little fuckers into the building with droplets on my face from the snow flying and then melting on my enraged face and my pants soaking wet from my ankles to the top of my waist.

I can’t stand these little rude ass, egotistical shitheads. I wanted to kick their fucking asses. I finally get to the point in my life where I have enough balls to really call someone out and beat the shit out of them and I can’t. You know these spoiled mother fuckers would end up getting me expelled and suing me. So instead of beating the shit out of them I blog about the pompass ass bitches and I go to class and when asked what happened to me I tell the entire class about what the little fuckers did hoping that will be enough to let it go.

Blizzard of 2008

Yesterday the whole state was canceled due to weather. Most of the state was hit with a nasty snow storm that produced up to 20 inches of snow. That’s right 20. We only got about 16-18 inches. I thought it was going to continue snowing throughout the night and the today but it didn’t.

At 10pm last night I realized that I had to go to class the next morning and that I hadn’t read the chapter and taken notes for our quiz. I stayed up to almost 1am preparing all my notes.

The best part of wakin’ up,it was not like that here. I was woken up in the morning to the sounds of sugarmomma shoveling outside the bedroom window, little nieces yelling and laughing, toothbrushes that sing songs, cords being hit against the wall in a fury to get ready on time and have your hair straightened, nieces that want to show you their rash but you can’t understand what they are saying because they are missing all four front teeth, and best of all: the sound of sugarmomma’s coat zipper slapping into the sides of the dryer over and over because she can’t stand wearing a damp coat and has to dry it immediately after shoveling.