Double Rainbow (CRAZY DAY)
Today was a bright and vivid day with a double rainbow - ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY! It's starting to look like a triple rainbow. Nah, I'm just crazed.
Some woman came up to me today. Let me explain. I was coming home from Tiger Tae Kwon Doe as usual, but my dad said that we should go to Walmart. I said, I have too much homework so I'll pass up your offer. Then dad said he was going to go to Super Target with Jeffery, my brother. Simply, I said, alright, fine with me. Dad stopped the car in front of the house and dropped me off. Jeff annoyingly repeated dad, take out the trash. Confecting that I was forced to do so. I took the recycling bin and embraced the tough, cold weather. Did I forget to mention that our school had a double snow day last Wednesday and Thursday? So I grabbed the shovel to plow out a space for both the trash cans. It was tough, considering the twenty four inches and a reputation as the third largest blizzard recorded in the city of Chicago. While in labor, a woman comes up with her tiny white ass dog. (Sorry for the word, but it is what it is.) Her dog is probably chilling to a hibernation point and this woman is trying to talk with me for thirty minutes. I could've done homework, but I couldn't. I had to talk with this crazy woman trying to talk to me about something at approximately 8:30 P.M. talking, babbling on about some bullshit. I know. I read a book on Body Language and she is shitting herself. Whenever she mentions anything she touched her face as though she is a wonder-woman putting on her makeup. It's crappy looking, hun. Well she's still babbling like a yoohoo and I don't know what the hell to do. She mentioned something about her car breaking down, she needs a car from Enterprice and my dad needs to drive her there when he is free? WTF. Worldwide Tae-kwon-do Federation. She asked when he is free I say Monday. She says remember your dad was out of work? I say yeah, she says is he back yet? No... duh! She says her name is Sue. FP. Fidgy pudding.
Some woman came up to me today. Let me explain. I was coming home from Tiger Tae Kwon Doe as usual, but my dad said that we should go to Walmart. I said, I have too much homework so I'll pass up your offer. Then dad said he was going to go to Super Target with Jeffery, my brother. Simply, I said, alright, fine with me. Dad stopped the car in front of the house and dropped me off. Jeff annoyingly repeated dad, take out the trash. Confecting that I was forced to do so. I took the recycling bin and embraced the tough, cold weather. Did I forget to mention that our school had a double snow day last Wednesday and Thursday? So I grabbed the shovel to plow out a space for both the trash cans. It was tough, considering the twenty four inches and a reputation as the third largest blizzard recorded in the city of Chicago. While in labor, a woman comes up with her tiny white ass dog. (Sorry for the word, but it is what it is.) Her dog is probably chilling to a hibernation point and this woman is trying to talk with me for thirty minutes. I could've done homework, but I couldn't. I had to talk with this crazy woman trying to talk to me about something at approximately 8:30 P.M. talking, babbling on about some bullshit. I know. I read a book on Body Language and she is shitting herself. Whenever she mentions anything she touched her face as though she is a wonder-woman putting on her makeup. It's crappy looking, hun. Well she's still babbling like a yoohoo and I don't know what the hell to do. She mentioned something about her car breaking down, she needs a car from Enterprice and my dad needs to drive her there when he is free? WTF. Worldwide Tae-kwon-do Federation. She asked when he is free I say Monday. She says remember your dad was out of work? I say yeah, she says is he back yet? No... duh! She says her name is Sue. FP. Fidgy pudding.
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