So, I'm blogging from the iPhone. Don't worry about whatever typos may present themselves this go 'round. My computer is completely being a bitch. Word is that the nigga is calling me on Monday to set up an appointment to come fix it. This will be the third tech dude out here. If the first two ain't fix my shit, why send another? It's pointless. I really believe it's my wireless adapter. The thing about that is that those cost money. As we know, money isn't my closest friend these days. I really do hope this shit get's fixed though. I can't deal with that blue screen much more. It's honestly driving me crazy! It just pops up out of nowhere. It's so frustrating, seriously. Then what makes it so bad, those ho ass Indian nigga don't listen. Eh, fuck them!

Ah, my girlfriend is gone and being a big spender. Heyyy big spender! LOL, she told me I can have whatever I like! Orly? I'm about to run up all of her credit cards on shoes and uh - I'll think about something else later. I ain't sayin' I'm a gold digger! She's about to cash me out. You want something too? LOL, ain't that how y'all girls do it? Have your man cash you and your girls? Terrible. I'm just kidding, btw. I'm not going to take that woman's money; although she caked up like bakers. Okay, okay, I'm just talking shit. I kind of like blogging on my iPhone though. The only bad thing is me being so popular. I'm getting call after call. I'm also texting back and forth with my rich chick, but I don't mind her minor interruptions.

I watched a pretty decent movie today. I definitely wouldn't mine rewatching it with my girlfriend. It was uh, Forgetting Sara Marshall. I loved it. LOL, that shit was hilarious though. I'm glad I watched the video music awards before I saw the movie. I definitely wouldn't of know who Russell Brand was. His character was him with a different name. LOL @ the CSI knockoff in the movie. They really played on the ironic comments they make on that show. Shit was hilarious. Yea, she's going to have to rewatch that with me.

Okay, I gotta get up off my big ass and go take this nigga somewhere. I won't be back tonight. I will blog again from my phone tomorrow, though. Hey! A commercial for Forgetting Sarah Marshall just came on. Oh, it's an H at the end of her name, oops? Anyway, I'm gone bros.