i’m sitting on my porch with my laptop, smoking cigarettes and waiting on laundry to finish. the porch has turned into my computer room. i sit on a beach chair and drink chocolate milk in some old fuzzy purple slippers. tell me again, when did i turn into white trash?

i’m not kidding. let me paint you a picture: in about an hour i have to pay my electric bill. i would pay it online, but last time i tried to do that i typed in my bank account number wrong, which fucked up my whole payment, making it late. so now i’m not allowed.

instead, i have to go to “a&j’s beauty supply” which also happends to be a payment center and stand in a long line with ghetto ass people who don’t use beauty supplies to pay my bill. it smells like hair relaxer and wigs in there.THERE ARE NO BEAUTY SUPPLIES. AND, there is no air conditioner.

if my life was a movie, ellen paige would be the star.