even though i'm legit

hoy me estaba flojeando por la sofa como siempre, y me dije 'para ir pensando, tengo una hora que me falta para tener que irme a trabajar... imaginate si yo me pasara un medio de ella trabajando, que tan limpo pudiera lograrse estar la casa?' asi puse quelque musica de media hora y me puse trabajando en la cocina y en mi dormitorio. aun son sucios.
this was the last night of the tyvek chemical-resistant jumpsuit. i had torn off the feet to accomodate shoes and splattered chocolate pudding, and the hole in the crotch was between obscene and distasteful. duylinh was marissa tomei with the big brother magic hooded orange fading frat sweatshirt. the first a woman with an autistic child had an unpleasant encounter with tata, the second was more white people than i care to deal with, as an auto-racist. we sat on the couch pointing at people and saying numbers from zero to six. i convinced one man to give me a glass of whisky using only hand signals. we walked home watson style. seeing frank toiling over a large bottle of soy sauce shattered on the kitchen floor, duylinh commented that it was unhealthy for him to go this long without sex.