What's Really Going On?

Labor Day sucked major ass. It rained and as usual people got drunk. I will decline to mention exactly who, but just know that people that can't hold an ounce of liquor, shouldn't even attempt to damn drink. I've never understood the whole concept of drinking to the point of inebriation, damn, what's so hard about stopping when you feel your ass detaching from the rest of your body? Anyway, I can't stand being around people when they're drunk. It makes me mad enough to want to fight them and shit. EWWWWW! Why, fucking, why?

Anyway, Frances stupid ass didn't come up on land like she was supposed to. I damn sure didn't feel like coming to work today. I mean she had the wind blowing something fierce and my sister's power went out (as some of you may not be aware, my power has been out for a couple of weeks now, so apartment has been without anyway). I even called up my job just to see if they didn't have any power so I could stay my black ass at home with Peanut. Unfortunately, my coworker said that they did, hence the reason for my angry post. I hope Ivan can pick up where Frances lazy ass left off.

I'm in a really pissy mood right now. I'll come back when I'm not so mad........