It's 11:11am and I have a mouth full of morning spit that is well overdue for release. My brother and his boyfriend are asleep on their bed and my kitty is lying next to me half asleep. I can hear my dad doing dishes in the kitchen. The blinds are mutilated and broken like angry thoughts, my cat destroyed them because she wanted to look outside. For that, I want to smack her. I don't like animals that destroy things.

I can hear cars driving by outside, but the sound of those cars is faint next to the asshole playing his bass system real loud in the parking lot. Is it necessary to be like that?

Okay, I'm going to rinse my mouth out, eat breakfast, read a little and get ready for my 1230pm-9pm shift. I hate these shifts, especially on saturdays. At least I get off at nine so I can enjoy whats left of my saturday night. Oh wait, I have to get up at 5am the next morning because I have to be at work at 6am. Darn...