suppose to be writing about the fall of the roman empire.. but shit.. i really dont give a fuck. i say we should leave that shit in the past. sure some shit happens like it did in the past.. but i dont care. leave that shit to somebody who actually wants to give a fuck about what happened.
anyway..stuff sucks. going places. people wanna do stuff. other people wanna do other things.
people keep saying how much they miss niggas and shit. but i dont really. if i didnt see most of the people i know ever again life would move on ungrazed. there are exceptions of people that i would/ do miss. but fuck everything else.
one day, i vouch to work on my cursing, but until then suck cock
i havent had many chances to say cock in atlant =/. shit sucks. back in the day it was a huge part of my vocabulary. now i dont even say that shit. damn damn damn
gonna see ike in a couple weeks or so. thats cool. in md for a spell, not long enough to do anything. but its ok ill hopefully get to drive some shit. on that not. i miss my car. sure it was a piece of shit. but it was my piece of shit. lots of memories. foggy windows.. wrecks, long trips, basketball games *wink wink* just dont ask me what the score of that game was, cause i couldnt tell you. use to ride down he road bumping my shit. at least i had nice speakers and radio and ac and heat. thats what really counts. wrecked my shit skipping school. but it was funny as hell. when it happened and after. ike, snappy and jon B were there to witness that shit thats know what im talking about. it had a certain character to it. when it was clean it was pearl. sparkeld and glissened. but when that shit was dirty.. it was dirty lol, just looked plain white. most of the time it was dirt. so when that muthafucka was clean it was a real site to see. then i had the rims on that bitch!!! how you gone act!!!!!!!!! yeah it was nice
this writing shit it where its at. shouldnt have stopped doing it. its like a therapy. say what the fuck i feel like. i mean, i do that shit anyway. but its a different type of thing here. damn this shit feels long. havent decided if i wanna stop writing or not. if i could make a career out of this shit i could. maybe i should start my own magazine? im considering it think id enjoy that job quite a bit. right around this point i added a soundtrack. thought if anyone was actually reading this they deserved something to listen to? hope your enjoying the choice if it hasnt gone off already.
whats else is really new in life? trying to add a third major.. but idk.. im already in school for 6 years. not interested in adding on any time to that, ya know?
but i wrap up and leave you with this
;-] you know who you are lol
pc
oh.. love you ike
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