March 2012
He’s not your everyday on the block, He knows how to work with what he’s got, Making his way to the top.
February 2012
The NBA memes page on facebook is my new favorite facebook page.
Sigh, I have too much fucking responsibilities.
Listening to that song today gave me the courage to text her. It’s been awhile.
“My old lady bitches for two goddam hours about how they don’t take expired...”
Dammit, why is this bothering me so much?
It shouldn’t.
I was heavy, heavy, heavy on my grizzle, And none of ya’ll had a clue about me, And none of ya’ll had a clue about me, And none of ya’ll really knew about me…
All signs point to my Thursday night return tomorrow. I am super excited!
Can’t you tell that I came from the dope game? Blame Reagan for making me into a monster, Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra. I ran contraband that they sponsored, Before this rhyming stuff, we was in concert.
I think I’m overdue for a meaningful post on tumblr. There’s just never enough time to browse facebook and tumblr any time since college started. But it’s whatever. Two weeks ago, I got super sick and went home for a week. I literally wanted to die rather than lie on the bed with the pain. It was super unbearable. But once again, I come out on top. And now I’m...
Rack City, bitch.
