Drama. Don't Start None. Won't Be None.

The movie was aiight while still being kinda wack, but What's The Worst That Could Happen are some truly scary words. So in the midst of trying to make some moves, the Mazda got towed tonight. And for some good awfulk reason, the geniuses that come into the Boston area near the Fens will end up towing your shT all the way to Charlestown. Fuqing Charlestown?! You've got to be kidding me, son. Add to this the fact that while the piece of shT car is on its last legs and i am heavily contemplating getting rid of the bTch, sis (BOS) has been using it. It works out on both ends, she pays for gas and whatever tickets she gets and doesn;t have to worry about car notes or isurance. Me? I get semi-on-call child care assistance. Aunties come in handy, yo. Except when they're retarded. And yes, BostonSis has a tendency to relapse. Man I tell ya...I won't even let this even be about women drivers. She's just an anomaly. I can't even explain it. I'm still waiting for basketball season to start and for me to show up and see her suited up for the first game like 'Surprise! I was just fuqing wit ya!" But alas, that scenario seems less and less likely. But hey, she's about to graduate soon, so I get to get down wit the getdown and throw a party like I used to a few years back on some legendary status shT. I'll miss the relative in close proximity, but I damn sure won't miss these relapses. I just hope the retards in Charlestown didn't do any extra damage to my whip. I think I'm gonna have to make a collage and start archiving all of the parking violations I've amassed over the last eight years. Geesh. I need a drink.