New layout and shit. You like it? I'm still feeling simplistic - as you probably can tell. First person that tells me what the header is gets something shiny. You know you simple motherfuckers like shiny. Ol' ADHD havin' niggas. Okay, let's say this before you niggas start crying. I forgot a few links at the bottom (ex: twan) - that's because I don't know your blogs by heart. I just usually click it from my favorites. Unfortunately, I prematurely deleted my favorites. This means that you'll have to tell me your blog links. Just post it in my comments and what not. I'll be sure to add you. I don't know how long I'll keep a friends list. Y'all know how I am about that.

Anyway, today? It was pretty boring. I mean, I had my horrible moment - but other than that, I think it was successful. This morning, I still woke up feeling very dissatisfied. It just seems like things don't get resolved like they used to. Eh, it's cool, I guess. I'm not going to speak on that much today. Let's just keep up the good things. I finished up a song. I haven't recorded it yet, but I'm looking to record it soon. I just have to find out what's wrong with my unreliable set-up. What else went my way today? Uh, I rearranged my sleeping space and I kind of like the feeling now. It feels a little more roomy. I won't embarrass myself and tell you all about that right now. Maybe one day in a few years. Lol! I don't feel as sick today. I think I'm going to drink more Thera-Flu tonight. that shit is fucking gross. Seriously, fuck the bitch nigga who came up with that flavor. I hope he's dead.

Right now, I'm listening to Reasonable Doubt and I have a date at 9:55. As you can see, I'm sitting here blogging so obviously we will be extra late as usual. It's not me, though. I'm waiting on her extra slow ass. It's 9:54 right now - scratch that, it just turned 9:55. I think my yahoo box just lit up. Let me see if it's her. Yes, it is! Lol! Oh no she doesn't have me waiting so she can dry her hair. Women, boy I tell ya! Y'all need to get this shit together sooner! Gosh. Okay ladies, don't gang up on me and plot to kill me. I know you all secretly want to anyway. I'm too ill for that shit, though.

I believe I'll make four paragraphs tonight. My blogs have been three paragraphs for the past few days. Let me give you broads something to cry about. Omg, it's so long! Yes, indeed it is. I don't even know what I'm going to talk about. I'm just typing so I can break the three paragraph thing. You know when I blog, it's just like me talking? I let everything flow. I don't even think about what I'm going to type, it just comes out. Lol, shit's weird. You should see how this is popping up on the screen right now. It's coming up as fluently as I speak. Weird, eh? Well, I'm guessing she's ready. I'm going to dip out now.

I can't believe I forgot this! Omg! Look, someone tell Diamond that she's not fucking with me, son! Like seriously, I'm the man at everything. I'm the undefeated man of the world. I never lose. Someone tell tell her this. She wanted to play some games or whatever. She's the pool queen, mind you. She lost! I won. Okay, then word racer? Look, fuck that. I'm going to let the pictures speak for me. It's terrible. I'm the man, she's not the man. Little ass loser. Now that you've lost, you can take those fake Alain Mikli glasses off!