Hello World, I'm Jay and who are you?
I'm feeling fairly cheerful at this moment. I'm got up this morning feeling myself a little too much. You know that feeling when you get out of the bed and just look at yourself like "Damn, I'm fly." - Honestly, I feel like that every morning, but today I was in it a little too much. Nothing really was going ruin my day. Oddly, I didn't sleep last night - but I got up feeling very rejuvenated. I stepped into the bathroom and handled all of my hygienic needs. I looked in mirror and smiled. You've seen my smile, right? Yea, you know how that goes. I smiled and it made me happy. Yes, so arrogant. My smile makes me happy. Let me tell you a story. One day, I was in the store with my mother. I walked past a few mirrors and I gasped. My mother and everyone turned around around like "what's wrong?!" - my simple reply was "Did you see me mirror?". Oh yea, so that had nothing to do with anything, but yea.
I realized that I'm extremely popular. Like, this time I'm not trying to sound overly cocky or arrogant this time. I pulled into the drive-thru at McDonalds. So, you know? I had to get all cool and order my food. Two double cheese burgers, french fries and a large vanilla milk shake. Yes, so unhealthy. Anyway, I pulled up to the window and it's this female I went to school with. Her name is Witnei. It's pronounced Whitney, for all you slow ones. So yea, she's like "awww, Jay! How are you?" - So we're talking. Yes, we're doing the most niggerish shit you can do, talk in a drive-thru. While we're conversing and the line is piling up behind me, another nigga walks through the back at McDonalds. This nigga Derail. He shouts out the window, "Aye Capone! Nigga, what's up?! You still rappin'? Nigga, you need to let me get in the studio with you." - Heh, I pulled off to the next window after he said that. Oops. Then after that, I stopped in a store, saw people, whatever whatever. I don't feel like typing about that anymore, next.
So yea, what you got on right now? Oh, sexy.
Man, Ki fucked me up in word racer again. That's because I'm on the phone with China and people in my house started calling me name and I had to stop and talk to them. Now, what perfect timing? Niggas ain't want to speak to me until I got my rematch. She didn't kill me as bad this time, but she still fucked me up. She's a spelling monster, bro! Word to everyone and their gods. I'm the ultimate speller, though. Give me a word, I bet I spell it right! Any word, son. Word, you ain't got the heart.
Yo, it's hot as hell. I just opened a window and turned my fan on. You know what? I need a car wash. My truck is looking extremely grimey right now. I wanted to get a car wash today, but I realized it was Sunday. I'm going tomorrow, though. I can't be seen with a dirty car, word. My truck is too pretty to look dirty. I bet my car is better than yours. You mad? I know. Tell 'em why you mad, son. Tell them. I'd be mad if your shit looked better than mine.
Oh, China wants me to put my blog links back up. Fuck y'all blogs. I don't care about your daily ramblings. It's not as interesting as mine. My words are insane. Okay, I'm sorry, don't stop reading my blog because I insulted yours. I need my readers. Lol, nah, seriously? All of your blog links are in my bookmarks. I still read your blogs, don't worry.
Hey, I'm going to end this though.
Y'all remember this song?
I'm feeling fairly cheerful at this moment. I'm got up this morning feeling myself a little too much. You know that feeling when you get out of the bed and just look at yourself like "Damn, I'm fly." - Honestly, I feel like that every morning, but today I was in it a little too much. Nothing really was going ruin my day. Oddly, I didn't sleep last night - but I got up feeling very rejuvenated. I stepped into the bathroom and handled all of my hygienic needs. I looked in mirror and smiled. You've seen my smile, right? Yea, you know how that goes. I smiled and it made me happy. Yes, so arrogant. My smile makes me happy. Let me tell you a story. One day, I was in the store with my mother. I walked past a few mirrors and I gasped. My mother and everyone turned around around like "what's wrong?!" - my simple reply was "Did you see me mirror?". Oh yea, so that had nothing to do with anything, but yea.
I realized that I'm extremely popular. Like, this time I'm not trying to sound overly cocky or arrogant this time. I pulled into the drive-thru at McDonalds. So, you know? I had to get all cool and order my food. Two double cheese burgers, french fries and a large vanilla milk shake. Yes, so unhealthy. Anyway, I pulled up to the window and it's this female I went to school with. Her name is Witnei. It's pronounced Whitney, for all you slow ones. So yea, she's like "awww, Jay! How are you?" - So we're talking. Yes, we're doing the most niggerish shit you can do, talk in a drive-thru. While we're conversing and the line is piling up behind me, another nigga walks through the back at McDonalds. This nigga Derail. He shouts out the window, "Aye Capone! Nigga, what's up?! You still rappin'? Nigga, you need to let me get in the studio with you." - Heh, I pulled off to the next window after he said that. Oops. Then after that, I stopped in a store, saw people, whatever whatever. I don't feel like typing about that anymore, next.
So yea, what you got on right now? Oh, sexy.
Man, Ki fucked me up in word racer again. That's because I'm on the phone with China and people in my house started calling me name and I had to stop and talk to them. Now, what perfect timing? Niggas ain't want to speak to me until I got my rematch. She didn't kill me as bad this time, but she still fucked me up. She's a spelling monster, bro! Word to everyone and their gods. I'm the ultimate speller, though. Give me a word, I bet I spell it right! Any word, son. Word, you ain't got the heart.
Yo, it's hot as hell. I just opened a window and turned my fan on. You know what? I need a car wash. My truck is looking extremely grimey right now. I wanted to get a car wash today, but I realized it was Sunday. I'm going tomorrow, though. I can't be seen with a dirty car, word. My truck is too pretty to look dirty. I bet my car is better than yours. You mad? I know. Tell 'em why you mad, son. Tell them. I'd be mad if your shit looked better than mine.
Oh, China wants me to put my blog links back up. Fuck y'all blogs. I don't care about your daily ramblings. It's not as interesting as mine. My words are insane. Okay, I'm sorry, don't stop reading my blog because I insulted yours. I need my readers. Lol, nah, seriously? All of your blog links are in my bookmarks. I still read your blogs, don't worry.
Hey, I'm going to end this though.
Y'all remember this song?
I'm going to put that on a project, word.
3 comments:
You car doesn't kill mine but it's alright for you to think that.
I had a morning similar to yours on last Monday. i was like "wow, today will be a good day." And it was.
I won like 10 bucks on this scratch-off.
Spent that on a chicken gyro and a dr. pepper.
Did you dip your fries in the vanilla shake? If you didn't you fail!
Heyyyy I'm like that all the time.
I don't think it's good to be so narcissistic but, when you look as good as us it's kinda hard not to, you know?
=D
You know.
Go wash your car! And we need another move night!
movie*, too.
Damn typos. Ugh.
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