Holy shit dogs - ok - so I spent the begining of this week getting ready for my trip to Michigan (for a house hunting trip). Dispite the preparation, I planed the trip so well that some how I spaced my flight schedual. Like an idiot I showed up for an 8:35am Wednesday May 16th insdeed of 8:35am Tuesday May 15th. Fuck. One hundred dollers in sur/cancelation charges later I'm back on my way to Michigan (a day late). Fuck.
So when I get here I call up my dad, I say: "Papa, It's Raven, yo."
Dad says: "OMG whats wrong.'
Ii say: "Nothing homes, just found a bomb ass place is all."
Dad says: "sick bro." and that was the end of that conversation.
Unrelated, this is the building I work in:
