10.27.03 - 4:14 p.m.

mother fucker.

buying a soda at roosevelt is like playing the slots in vegas. usually, you get what you pay for...but there are always those exceptional times when you get ripped what they call "the fuck" off...and if you're extremely lucky...you get something for nothing. like today.

i inserted my 50 cents into the machine and pressed the button. the soda was taking extra long to drop, so i was thinking, "oh fuck this bitch just ate my $$." then, i hear 2 plops...when i looked down, twasn't shit, but 2 cans of barqs. score. i didn't even want barqs, but shit, if it's free, take all you can.

i drank one can and walked up to newswriting, all smug and shit with the free soda. i put my stuff on a desk...and as i was turning to talk to 'kel, some moron runs into my desk and the can goes flying into the wall. root beer sprayed everywhere...the floor, some desks, the wall...fuck.

a wave of rage washed over me...and for a few seconds i was considering the idea to make her lick the shit up...but then i thought of all the energy i would waste screaming at her...and was like, nah.

i don't think people realize how goddamn lucky they are that i'm so freaking lazy. bastards.

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