A day withought laughter is a day wasted.

24th June 2009

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Son of a whore

I am afraid of heights. I have the day off from work and decided to man up and go on my roof to lay out. Once on the top floor you have to clime a metal ladder that is just leaning against the building to get on the rooftop. This equals terror especially when no one is there to hold it steady for you or be there in general so when you plummet to your death they can call 911. Yet I risked the fact that I may die alone and no one would realize it untill they returned home from work bc I’ve haven’t been this pale in a while ya’ll. I get up there, heart racing, palms sweating and then what happens, motha f*ckin thunder. Clouds begin to form and I’m forced to re-live the fear of climbing that damn ladder which I thought I would have a good hour or so to relax b4 having to muster up that strength again. COOMMEEONNNN!! Can’t a girl catch a break its been gorgeous everyday this week and now on my day off, this. Suck a veiny one Chicago!