smh
(livejournal)
So I got out the shower around 1pm and started hearing noise downstairs. Put on my clothes/cleaned up and walked down, only to see my parents and some (not bad looking) lady staring at me. A surprise visit to show the house off to a potential renter, in the case that me and my current roommates move out. I cooked last night around hm, 10pm. Didn't feel like washing pots so guess what, the kitchen's a mess. One of my roommates hasn't been home for weeks, his room is a fucking trash heap. I told my mom not to show that room off, and of course she barged in there with the guest. My room is always clean so no problems there. In fact, the house was pretty clean overall. The dining room table has a bunch of text books and papers on it, but outside of that and the kitchen it looks fine. I think
Renter is about to leave, at which point I assume my mom will bitch me out but then I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh", and it had dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought man forget it yo homes to Bel-Air!
dun dun dadundun duuuun dun
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie 'yo homes smell ya later'. Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
