So, I'm listening to this old Board of Directors mixtape. Eh, it's such great piece of unfinished work. I wish we could of finished that up. It's not my fault, though. Just know that all of my shit was done and done on time. That's what I get for relying on someone. I've learned my lesson. No squad, no team, just me. I'm really depressed at the thought of what we could of been. I had a team of great artists. This year was supposed to be my fucking year. There was nothing that was supposed to stop me this year. You know? I had nine or ten projects for GRAM Game Entertainment ready to drop. Dude, you just don't understand. Everything fell through. I wish I could take the blame for it this time, but I can't. I surrounded myself with some lazy folks, I guess. Great artists, nonetheless.

Jay fell asleep shortly after trying to blog. He's awake now...well, kinda. He's falling asleep on me, rambling about black actors, House of Payne, and the term "coarse."

He asked me to finish his blog. Today was a good day for us. I wasn't terribly busy with school so we chatted while I was in Trusts & Estates class. Later, he made me play like sixteen consecutive games of Yahoo! Word Racer, literally. (Which is probably why he needed that late afternoon nap.) Anyway, I thought he was terrorizing me, because I make him play a lot; It's like my favorite game. So it felt like he was teaching me a lesson...even though he wouldn't do that. He's just really into the game now. And he can actually beat me, which is major, because if you don't know, I'm, like, the best. But now he's right there with me. I've created a monster.

Group games are the best. So if you feel like getting beat (quite horribly), contact Jay; he'll contact me (Ki), and we'll have lots of fun.

This is not so interesting. We're going to bed. You should, too.

Jay says: Hi. I'm Jay, and I approve this message.

He'll blog foreal tomorrow. I promise.