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....