niggaz be rollin.

I can't really afford to live in this house. Warhola and I got home from doing laundry and eating the most delicious tapas ever, and August exploded. He's mad that Warhola isn't doing any "work" and he's doing it all. I wanted to strangle him, how dare he say anything about work at all! Warhola and I are supporting him because he doesn't have a job, and it's been over a month, and I had a job within the first two weeks of living here. I wanted to say, FUCK IT, WARHOLA! We can get a little apartment on Esplanade & City Park which we can afford and you can start your buisness yourself, and I'll help you, I'll learn how to sew and we can do it together, fuck August, he's such a bitch! But they are in the back room talking very softly so I'll have to wait until he comes back out into normal world to talk to him about it. Warhola and I can't afford this place by ourselves, it's 900$ a month, and I paid most of the rent last month and it completly drained me. Something is telling me that August won't have a job by novemeber and we will have to pick up the slack again, but if it looks like that all I will explode. I won't stand for this shit at all, and if it wasn't address in the yelling match tonight (I went outside and smoked) I will bring it up myself. Because a waitress can't afford 450$ a month plus utilities, you have to be fucking shitting me. Today at work was fucking terrible, some douche bag and his faghag bitched at me over and over for like 10 minutes straight, the broccoli is to hard, it's too spicy, its too this too that, I won't ever come here ever again. I felt like crying, I've never had an angry person at the resturant ever, and I just wasn't ready for it. I just didn't say anything and showed them the door. And then walking to the bank, Warhola calls me, furious, his car has been towed, they won't let him have it back until he pays off his parking tickets, which means 1200$ to get his shitty whip out of impound. I cried, but didn't let him hear it. I ran to the bank and made it with 5 minutes till 5. My bankers (who all know me by name and we are friends now) cheered me up a little bit and I felt kind of better. I started walking home and met up with Mark (Skinny Puppy dude) and Bobby, bike messengers for the Verti Marte Deli/Grocery. We talked for awhile and laughed and I didn't feel so bad even though I had to walk 30 minutes back to the bywater from the quarter. I'm past Elysian Fields and I meet up with Warhola and August, both drinking, I'm sure the car experience was traumatizing. Warhola and I figured out how to get all of our laundry together and carry it the 7 blocks to the laundrymat on our bikes/longboards. We spent like two hours there, there was so much laundry, and came back and August just bitched and bitched! We had such a nice little greek dinner and started drinking whiskey while waiting the hour for the giant dryer to finish. It sucked so much. I just went outside and smoked compulsively as August BITCHED AND BITCHED. I am/was so angry. It was just a shitty day. But that's how this city flows. It's a Scorpio city, sometimes it loves you, sometimes it fucks you. Tommorow will be beautiful, and tomorrow will erase all of these bad memories. And in the mean time, I'll just drink some more.