My ambitions as a writer?

Friday Night: 
       
    bump Tupac, make mashed potatoes


Saturday Night:

    Grocery Shope


4 a.m., Sunday: 

    Clean vomit from my                that hoe bitch never
hair because my poor baby girl        throwing up all that
   had a bad tummy virus          >    liquor, because she's
                                         a hoe bitch