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pinkeffinprofessional) wrote2011-11-05 02:20 pm
pinkeffinprofessional) wrote2011-11-05 02:20 pm
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Mr Pink was thinking about talking on the Network, but decided to write this shit instead. The day's the kind of clear and cold day that makes him think about snow, and while snow isn't too bad unless you live in one of those crappy places like Chicago or Detroit where it turns black just melts all over shit until everything's black and disgusting.
It's actually the reason that he moved to Los Angeles, because if it snows there then either the world is ending or there's going to be some fucked up traffic on the 5 (as if there isn't always fucked up traffic somewhere in Los Angeles). That, and there's good money to be made there.
He thinks about how this is getting off the point and he's okay with that. Instead he goes to call Mr. Orange and Mr. White. Maybe they'll want to go out and get a drink after this shit-ass curse is over.
And his phone battery is dead. What the fuck is up with these phones you have to charge, anyway? Do people really have to get a hold of someone so fucking fast that you have to carry your phone everywhere? Eddie had one and fat lot of good the fucking brick did him. What happened to the days of phones that plug into the fucking wall?
The Government is probably monitoring this shit, he realizes, and forgets the calling crap. They'll see the text on the Network anyway.
It's actually the reason that he moved to Los Angeles, because if it snows there then either the world is ending or there's going to be some fucked up traffic on the 5 (as if there isn't always fucked up traffic somewhere in Los Angeles). That, and there's good money to be made there.
He thinks about how this is getting off the point and he's okay with that. Instead he goes to call Mr. Orange and Mr. White. Maybe they'll want to go out and get a drink after this shit-ass curse is over.
And his phone battery is dead. What the fuck is up with these phones you have to charge, anyway? Do people really have to get a hold of someone so fucking fast that you have to carry your phone everywhere? Eddie had one and fat lot of good the fucking brick did him. What happened to the days of phones that plug into the fucking wall?
The Government is probably monitoring this shit, he realizes, and forgets the calling crap. They'll see the text on the Network anyway.