Let me recap what I did today. I couldn't sleep so I decided to do some laundry. The fact that I was also out of clean underwear factored into my decision to do laundry at 3am. I gathered the intimates and drove to the laundry room around the corner from my apartment building. No one was there and I started washing. I got tired of waiting for them to dry so I left and vowed to come back. I came back home and started doing other things. I eventually fell asleep and slept all day. I got up around 5:30 pm to get my clothes. When I got to the facility, I saw that my clothes were out of the dryer and on top of the washing machines. I was utterly embarrased because those were my underwear. I grabbed them and noticed that some things were missing. I was missing my new boycut panties (both the pink and blue), my orange bikini briefs, my white french bikini briefs, my peach bikini briefs, my black lacy panties, my black g-string (I hated those so I'm glad those are gone), and some others that I can't recall right now. And my socks were missing along with my two bandanas. I was so digusted that I wanted to call off work but I need money to buy new underwear...and a tire. Life is so complicated. I mean, who in the world would steal another person's panties? I could've had crabs or a yeast infection. Why would you touch another person's panties? That is so digusting. Anyways, I will update you all on Operation Graduation Countdown. I am planning on blowing this funky joint at the end of July. And Tanisha and I made a future plan for me....wanna hear it? Here it go:
I find a job at Northwestern Hospital on the psychiatric ward
I move in with Candace for a few months
I save at least $500.00/month for down payment on a condo/loft
I work on cleaning up my credit
I get my own condo/loft
Isn't that cool? And graduate school is in the midst of all of that. I am just ready to leave ORU. It is like a death sentence that will not leave. And guess what else? My favorite cousin, Quentin (on my mom's side), wrote me from prison. He got a few years for statutory rape. Apparently, he thought that he was R. Kelly and decided to go to Utah and have sex with a 13-year old and videotape it. So he's working that out. My mom told me that he is really lonely so I am going to keep in contact with him. I will even visit regularly once I go back home. He is so incredibly cool and crazy. I feel sorry for him because he jeopardizes himself with destructive behavior. He used to hang out with Tara's husband, Tim, before he got saved. So I hope that when he gets out, he and Tim can be friends and Tim can be a positive influence on him. He said that he wanted to be a preacher like my dad. His dad is a preacher, too, but he doesn't respect him. I guess because his dad, Uncle Kenneth, is so out of the loop about things. My dad is mad cool and down-to-earth. So I pray that he will get his life together. I wonder where he is going to live when he gets out. If I got my own place, he could definitely stay with me. I remember the last time I saw him, he borrowed $300.00 from me. I tried to get him to see Mama Lalla but he didn't want to. He didn't see her before she died. But I don't know if that made an impression on him because his father and mother weren't especially close to Mama Lalla. The only people that were close to her were us. So that is all that is happening for now. Talk to you later.
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