She spoils me, really.

I'm going to blog really quick because I have to make a phone call. I just wanted to get the itch out of me right now so I can have a successful conversation tonight. I'm kind of relieved from my burdens earlier. It's a weight been lifted from my chest. You know? I'm still kind of down about some things, but there isn't anything that I can't get over. The main thing is good, though. I mean, it always is, so I don't have to worry about much. I just have to make sure it stays good, you know? Other than that, I hope things fall into order right behind it. It's going to take time, but that's all I've got right now.

My blog layout is sexy, huh? I mean, it's cool. I appreciate the help of Lizzy and Kash. You are my two favorite people. The top banner is provided by Kash and the coding help is provided by Lizzy. They're amazing people. I have a hard way of expressing my appreciation to people, but I appreciate the both of you, really. From music to being listening ears, the two of you are great people. "That's what friends are for" said Kash. I wish everyone lived by her philosophy. She's hella dope, though. I wish the best of them both great success. They both have great relationships and such, so best of luck to their boyfriends too. I read Kash's blog about her boyfriend. Aw, it was all cute and mushy and shit. How gay? -pinches her widdle cheeks. Adina, you're pretty dope too. I appreciate you commenting and giving your thoughts on what's going on in my life. You don't go unnoticed, really. But, let me stop shouting people out because you readers are very childish. Don't hit me up with no fag ass "why did you shout me out Jay!? I've been here with you forever" type shit.

Physically, I feel better. She bought me something to eat. It was the sweetest thing ever. Like, the greatest thing someone has ever done for me. I was asleep and my mother came in the house like "JAY! Why didn't you open the door for the pizza lady?!" - I wake up tripping out like "Huh? I didn't order a pizza." - To make a long story short, she got me everything of my favorite. Lasanga, Chocolate, and Pepsi. I told her the other day that I hadn't had Lasanga in a while and she took it upon herself to get it for me. She's amazing, I know. Like, it was so random. I didn't tell her that I was feeling bad today or that I hadn't eaten today. I'm dumb founded, yo. It's a feeling that came across me that I'll never be able to fake or even explain. It's a good feeling, though.

Uhm, yea. I think I'm about to get up from this computer and what not. If I missed you on the side of my blog, feel free to comment and let me know. I tend to forget. All of those links, with the exception of Beebz and Ashley, are the ones I remembered off the top of my head. I am forgetful when it comes to people, so just let me know and I'll add you. If you come at me on some fag shit I won't add you. Remember that. I hate how you fuckfaces are always on some "I need special recognition for what I do" shit. Then you have bitches who always cry about me never mentioning them in my blog. It's a few of them, eh. You all bother me. If you think I'm talking about you, I am.

Okay, I was going to leave after that paragraph - but that sucked. It was mean and shit. I want to leave on a happy note, you know? I have to stop saying 'you know'. Well, typing it. Most of the things I type, I don't really say. Like "Oops?" - I don't say that shit. Sike, I lied. Everything I type, I say! If you've ever heard me talk, I'm sure you can hear me talking to you while you read this blog. I type exactly how I speak. That's because I'm ill and you're not, son! Lol, alright - let me get the eff on.

Chunk up the duece, son.