an odd assembly, an experiment of sorts
...and I ain't got nobody. I actually do have a little money, but not because I just got paid. Natalie know where I got it, but she doesn't deserve to share it. Bitch called me and cancelled our night. It's going to be a long night of hot, steamy sex, but not for me now. There's always the club. Overpriced shots always taste better at the bar then they do at home.
I wake up and there are elves hammering on my head with big Carribean drums and and they keep echoing. That's when I remember that's what the phone sounds like the morning after Tequila. I pick it up and a happy squeaky heavily accented female voice from the Bumblefuck Aluminum Siding Company wants to sell me aluminum siding. I live in an apartment which I rent (when I can scrap together the cash) and do not own. It is, like the obnoxiously busy third pig's abode, made of brick. I start barking like a dog until Ms. Bumblefuck hangs up. Good ol' telemarketers, that always gets rid of them. I look at the time. Oh Christ, before noon? What are these people insane? I'm going back to sleep for a couple days.