Chicago PLEASE!!
May I please describe my morning. I worked till about 1:30 a.m. I am going to Chicago today. I was up till about 4 packing, and just being awake. The last time I glanced at the clock it was 4:23. I was planning on getting up at 6 a.m. to tan, gather my loose ends, etc. Out of nowhere I hear some extreme northern ebonics. This is in my house. Not the t.v., a being. I'm trying to fall back asleep assuming he was there with my roomate. I thought maybe they'd been playing poker. Chad tends to stay up wicked late playing till the early hours of the morning. Then I start hearing multiple voices. No, not in my head. IN MY HOUSE! I'm like what the fuck. I have to be up in like 30 minutes. Someone says "go get more beer." I'm like are you f-ing kidding me. I mean I've had many late night drinking events. But it's 6 a.m. Very mysterious.
My brother and I are pretty straight edge. I do my share of boozing. He gets his share of caffeine from energy drinks. We are chill people. We both work our asses off. Our lovely little roomate works 3 days a week at a restaurant. He's 26. Daddy pays for everything. That's cool that he has no responsibilities, but my brother and I do. So I'm pissed because I've been woken up. I go to the bathroom to shower. Someone starts pushing the door open. If the bathroom door is shut and the light's on that probably means someone's in there. Common sense. So I slam the door on whoever the hell it was. I hear "oh sorry" from some chicks voice. I put my clothes back on, and go to the kitchen. My brother's standing there, half ass awake. I was like what the fuck is going on? He said I guess Chad's having a party in his room. I rolled my hazel eyes that probably turned red, and went on about my business.
I sit in our laundry room to do my hair and makeup. I start drying my hair and a guy and girl walk in my bathroom together. They are all sorts of chipper, saying "goodmorning." I have a look that could seriously kill someone. If their backs weren't to me they would've been dead. I'm super discombobulated, on no kind of sleep. I'm thinking "am in a movie or something?" I don't like strangers, and they are not welcome in my house.
My brother came to tell me bye before he left for work. He told me that they had all been doing coke, and drinking all night. I have ZERO tolerance for drugs. NONE!!!!!! I was so pissed. I knocked on Chad's door before leaving because he wanted to burn a c.d. that I had. Some guy opened the door and was like "hey, what's up?" I assumed Chad would've answered the door. I look in to talk to Chad and there were four people on his bed. Doing some fucked up snorting orgie bullshit. I threw the c.d. on his bed and slammed his door. I seriously could not fucking believe what I saw. Seriously unfucking believable. I called my brother who had not seen inside Chad's room and started flipping out.
I have seen cocaine twice in my life. Not by choice. It's a dirty, dirty, trashy, nasty drug. My brother got extra pissed. I told him that I avoided people and places like what was going on in Chad's room. COMPLETE disrespect for my brother, who owns the home. Certainly for me. It seriously makes me sweat thinking about it. I am off to Chicago. I suppose I'm just announcing that World War III may be going down when my brother gets home from work. If not that, Chad may be Zig's neighbor at Walter Reed!
My brother and I are pretty straight edge. I do my share of boozing. He gets his share of caffeine from energy drinks. We are chill people. We both work our asses off. Our lovely little roomate works 3 days a week at a restaurant. He's 26. Daddy pays for everything. That's cool that he has no responsibilities, but my brother and I do. So I'm pissed because I've been woken up. I go to the bathroom to shower. Someone starts pushing the door open. If the bathroom door is shut and the light's on that probably means someone's in there. Common sense. So I slam the door on whoever the hell it was. I hear "oh sorry" from some chicks voice. I put my clothes back on, and go to the kitchen. My brother's standing there, half ass awake. I was like what the fuck is going on? He said I guess Chad's having a party in his room. I rolled my hazel eyes that probably turned red, and went on about my business.
I sit in our laundry room to do my hair and makeup. I start drying my hair and a guy and girl walk in my bathroom together. They are all sorts of chipper, saying "goodmorning." I have a look that could seriously kill someone. If their backs weren't to me they would've been dead. I'm super discombobulated, on no kind of sleep. I'm thinking "am in a movie or something?" I don't like strangers, and they are not welcome in my house.
My brother came to tell me bye before he left for work. He told me that they had all been doing coke, and drinking all night. I have ZERO tolerance for drugs. NONE!!!!!! I was so pissed. I knocked on Chad's door before leaving because he wanted to burn a c.d. that I had. Some guy opened the door and was like "hey, what's up?" I assumed Chad would've answered the door. I look in to talk to Chad and there were four people on his bed. Doing some fucked up snorting orgie bullshit. I threw the c.d. on his bed and slammed his door. I seriously could not fucking believe what I saw. Seriously unfucking believable. I called my brother who had not seen inside Chad's room and started flipping out.
I have seen cocaine twice in my life. Not by choice. It's a dirty, dirty, trashy, nasty drug. My brother got extra pissed. I told him that I avoided people and places like what was going on in Chad's room. COMPLETE disrespect for my brother, who owns the home. Certainly for me. It seriously makes me sweat thinking about it. I am off to Chicago. I suppose I'm just announcing that World War III may be going down when my brother gets home from work. If not that, Chad may be Zig's neighbor at Walter Reed!
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