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So, really what's up?

How was your holiday? I know I'm kind of late with that. Lol, I really don't feel like blogging, but I updated my layout. You know - you have to blog when you have a new layout. It's the rule. Oops? Anyway, yea - I like this layout. I've been trying to find something that I liked for the longest. I kind of like the Goapele ft. Jay-Z one, but I cut her leg out wrong and it bothered me every time I went to my blog. Lol, her calf was all choppy looking! Ugh, that shit was hella gay. Then Jay-Z's head look weird. I was rushing to cut them out. I could have did a lot better. Well, it looked childish to me anyway. This is more clean cut.

Okay, let's get back on the subject of the holiday. Mine was extremely trash. The highlight of my holiday was texting back and forth while I was walking. Yes, walking. My damned truck broke down and I had to walk close to 11 miles to get home. You know what? I would have been closer to my house if the nigga I was with told the guy who was giving us a ride where to drop us off. I was busy trying to get shit squared away with the insurance company. I told him like "Yo, tell him to drop us off on Van Born." Mind you, Van Born is the main street I live off of. It would have been a mile or so walk. I look up, and we're damned near on the freeway. This dumb ass nigga didn't tell him to drop off on Van Born. So we had to do extra walking. I was so mad, yo. Like fucking heated. Ugh, I don't even want to talk about it anymore. That shit was pointless.

So, I'm extra sleepy. What's on my mind? I don't feel like talking about that in this blog. I mean, it's nothing huge and dramatic - it's just not any of your business just this moment. I'm happy, though. Really. It's like a great feeling to be where I'm at right now. It's so hard that I feel like things will only get better in a few months. I'm just ready to change my scenery. Two-thousand-nine is my year. It's our year. It's going to be a great year, as it should be for everyone. Ace and I joke about being on our fuck 2008 shit. Really, fuck 2008 prior. Meaning, mainly anything that happened prior to today, fuck it. To be more descriptive, any negative thing that happened prior to today. You know? Like pointless things that went on that really stressed me out. Fuck it. I'm here today and that's all that matters. Nothing is impossible.

I'm overwhelmed with these projects, but you know what? The pressure is great. I did two songs today and I'm grinding out all tomorrow and even on Wednesday. Tomorrow night I have an interview on ILLdividual Radio and on Wednesday, I have an interview on Crackk Radio. I'm really grinding hard, yo. There is no reason why all of this shouldn't pay off. This is going to be a hard summer - but I don't mind the extra work. One of these days I'll sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor. You know? Will you be there to enjoy them with me?

I was watching Bridezilla yesterday, no homo. Man, that shit makes me really think about marriage. I'm not trying to marry any woman who's going to be on some childish shit like those females where. Those men are extremely soft. Let someone do something like that to me and it's pretty much curtains. This one dude tried to hug his girl and she pushed him away saying that she doesn't like him to touch her. Then he just walks away like "You never let me touch you." Please tell me how can you be married and not touch your wife? Bitch, bye. If we ain't fuckin' we're not getting married. No, sex isn't everything - but it's something. I can't even hug you? Hell no. Then you got bitches crying about how their wedding rings look. This bitch through her shit into the wine class. Oops? I would have mangled that broad. Wooossa, I'm getting angry. To any woman that has dreams about marrying me - know that you won't be acting like that. I promise you I won't marry you. I'll just go marry a mirror.

I'm sleepy and I still have to go to the store and get something to eat. I haven't had anything to eat today and I only drank a glass of water. I'm going to die of exhaustion, watch. Someone will find me like a week later. No one comes upstairs to check on me, so I'll just be extra dead and rigor mortis will kick in. -sigh. You see? I'm sleepy as hell, though. Watch when I go to the store I crash my truck or something. Oops? I really need to go, seriously. If I don't I think I'll starve to death. I don't think it's possible to live off of a glass of water a day. Do you?

Anyway, comment and tell me about your holiday.