I got onto the Bus back home at 9.30am... got into NY around 4pm, Only had 2 hours of sleep the night before (You cant beat cheap college town/ after parties) In Mass. I can't sleep on travels, got back into the crib cried a lil bout my lost shoe...
I missed the crib, and now that I am awake, I see the crib’s pain. I know the TV missed me (it recorded the shows I missed when I left), but I think the fridge is still sulking (it's still empty).
The other shoes I own where out in full effect (and seemed confused in their mourning for their comrade that didn't come back from this trip), they are just scattered all over the place. I feel their pain, only one of em came back. And there is a new pair that seems to have taken a place of honor on the shoe rack.
I think the plates and dishes are also mourning and showing their unity by congregating in the Sink. Some of the glasses and plates are obviously struggling more with this whole shoe thing…and have distanced themselves with the ones in the sink (I was surprised to find the one plate in the bathroom).
the clothes can't seem to handle the stress either. They are just spread out all over the apartment.
I can’t take it either, I am awake now, the apartments apparent mourning is making me sad!
Gona go see Prince Paul (DJ for De La Soul) do his thing….
Hopefully, the apartment will get itself in order b4 I get back!
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But for crying out loud, why won't you friggin' clean!!! YUK TUNGA
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