Hurt

I’ve been paiting this goddamn shirt all night long… my back hurts.

Now I have finished.

The thing is: the cousing of my cousin's wife (...) call me on Monday to see if I could paint her schoold shirt. I told her to bring it on Wednesday because I had nothing to do that day... she never brought it so I thought she forgot or had someone else to do it.

But no, oh, no... my cousin brought the shirt yesterday at 9 pm... NINE FUCKING PM. Today I went shopping for tomorrow's father's days so I finished painting the stupid shirt just now. I'm so tired.

This is the back.

She must be graduating from school... and apparently she's going to study odontology (bleh!). Whatever.

I should have said no; when she called me I was all "Oh, sorry, I got no paintings, no brushes... i'ts been a while since I don't paint". And she went: "Don't worry, I'll give you eberything you need".

Fuck... I hate paiting shits for people I don't even care about.

She told me to paint "Punta Cana" in the front, so I guess she's going on a trip with her schools friends to the beach; wich reminds me I didn't do anything after graduating from school with my classmates... I'm so glad I haven't seen those bitches since.