Wow! Ok so last night I woke up to see a bunch of cop cars outside of my building flashing a never ending light show that ticked me off something horrible. I thought they were here because someone in my area was blaring loud music until 4am or so while I was trying to sleep. So naturally I assumed they were here to break up a party or something along those lines. But then I got a phone call this morning from my Grandmother telling me that two people were stabbed on my corner last night and she wanted to know if I saw anyone fighting and if I was ok, since they won’t release the names of who was stabbed.
I really wish they would hurry and release those names because I pretty much know everyone that lives down here and I may know them. The suspect for the crime is my age according to my grandmother, so I most likely know him too! That’s just plain scary! I’ll try to keep everyone updated on this if I find out anymore information.
So yeah anyhow, I just woke up and had a little breakfast. Last night I ate some really gross food that my grandma brought over. She makes me so mad. I try to stay healthy and I am highly critical of certain foods and I tell her what I like to eat and basically what she should eat as well since she is diabetic and what does she do? Brings over the polar opposite of what she is allowed to have and of what I say I am willing to eat. But I have this complex that’s left over from my childhood about wasting food. I always had to clean my plate and if she puts something in my icebox I feel horrible about just letting it go back or throwing it out. So I eat it then get all mad at myself for being unhealthy, it’s really frustrating.