Mondays suck ass…
The reality hits you that you have to be an adult for 5
whole days, before you can just lose your morals on the weekend. Ugh… My Monday,
started off with a banging start! It started off last night, when I was going
through some Craiglist job ads. I started to hear a lot of rumbling and
yelling. Usually that kind of noise would come from next door, where my
neighbor’s out of control pregnant teenage daughter would either be assaulting her
or fist fighting with her boyfriend/baby daddy/dick of the day… I don’t know, I
just try and mind my business and hope they are not hearing my porn. However
this time all the thumping was coming from up stairs. I don’t know much about
the family upstairs except for the fact they do not know how to TURN OFF A
FAUCET IN THE DAMN BATHROOM!!! But I digress…
The walls and ceilings are very thin in this building. As I
am sitting trying to concrete on getting this work search done, I have to hear
about why this one guy is going to fuck up this kid if he doesn’t go to his
room. Every time I move from one to another, they seem to follow. It was crazy…
Then like icing on the cake, the toddler next door… I should mention that the out
of control pregnant teenage daughter has a house guest of ANOTHER young lady
with a creepy looking toddler. Yeah, I know kids are supposed to be all
innocent, but there is something off about that kid big time. He reminds me of
the baby from Pet Cemetery and whenever he is in the hallway and I’m coming
out, he sees my cat Kimmiko and tries to reach for her. Now Kimmiko is an
attention whore and loves almost everyone, but when she sees him she hisses and
growls. Can anyone say Red Flag?... He starts screaming his head off like there
was no tomorrow. Oh how I wanted to do really bad things at that point…
As everything seemed to settle down, someone must’ve turned
the on Hip Hop Chronicles Soap Opera. *Sigh* There has been this on again off
again relationship going on the floor below me. I really don’t know or care
about the details, but at least once a week, I can guarantee on hearing banging
on the door for at least an hour and the couple spilling out there business for
the building to hear. This was one of those nights… I got to hear how she
couldn’t do shit right and how he had a little dick. I could’ve lived the rest
of my life in bliss not knowing that. Cops were called, he ran came back
banging on the door, calling her everything but a child of God… Cops were
called again, this time he stayed, told him to leave and the cycle continues
for another day…
It was almost dawn when everything in the building became
deathly silent and I was wide awake. Throwing on some running pants I went to
the Dunkin’ Donuts on my block for a blueberry coffee (I am there SOOO many
times that mostly everyone knows my order and has it ready for me right as I
walk to the counter) and I decided to go on a morning jog, something that I’ve
been trying to get back into since I’ve started to get a bit healthier, when it
started raining. It was one of those “Fuck my life moments”, but fit everything
so well.
Returning home and wishing I could shower… which is another
story for another time, I spent the morning on EMPTY, I started to finish
planning my long week of workshops, appointment, and trying to move money around
to make sure that in the next 2 weeks after my unemployment stops, I had enough
to pay the rent and bills… on time as well as food. After setting everything
up, I just remember closing my eyes for a second and it was suddenly almost
2:30 in the afternoon. How much I hate the Mondays. I knew I should’ve just
taken a seroqul and went to sleep the moment my mother went off to work.
Kenny.
