Uh, seriously though? Someone asked for a picture update. There you go, that's today. Don't ask me for another fuckin' thang, ho. Anyway! What's up, guys? I'm not that consistent with my blogging anymore. Shoot me down, blahkblahkblahk? How have you guys been, though? Like seriously. I've kind of missed you cunts. Except for China. I had to take my own pictures because she isn't around when I need her to be my photographer. That's fine, me and my samsung is gone get it done, ho. I ain't even stuntin' you, bro. You can fall the fuck back. Sike, sike, sike. I'm kidding. Sike, I'm kidding about kidding. Enough about her; back to y'all. I hope everyone has been fine. You can tell me what's going on in my comments, you know? I actually read them. I'm actually blogging. I don't have someone writing this for me. I really do read my comments. You can get at me, it's me.

Let's talk about something serious, though. Mystery. No, not like murder mystery or whodunit. I'm talking about relationships with people and mystery. Sometimes I feel as if I don't really know the people I surround myself with. Everyone knows so much about my life, my past, and who I am, but I don't know anything about any of my friends or anything. I remember I was once in a relationship with a young woman and she lied about everything from her name to her birthday. I don't really know much about anyone I've been in a relationship with, to be honest. All of these people keep some sort of hidden parts of themselves away from me. I don't take it personal, I guess. I'm sure people want to keep a little peice of them just for them. I don't ask many questions because even in questions someone will tell you only what they want you to know. You're doing that anyway, so let's save my time with asking a question. I honestly don't know what I want to know about my friends and such - I just want to know something. I feel like everyone has something that they're not sharing. Eh, I don't want to say it's not fair - but that's what it is. You know all facets of me if you're really a friend of mine. Why hide from me? I don't know. Your reasons are your own, I guess.

I hope my shoes come tomorrow. They've been playing around with that. I don't have my receipt anymore, so I may be shit out of luck if they don't come. Believe me, I'll go in that footlocker and pitch a temper tantrum. Lol. I'm contemplating on taking them back, to be honest. I'd love to have my $90.09 back. I kind of need that right now. No gas, and I need a haircut. Fuck China. I just thought I'd throw that in there. Oh, since I'm talking about China. Remember? I told you you wouldn't call me back because you never do. I'm so fucking smart. I hate her forgetful ass. Ugh! Stupid cunt. Godddd! I'm angry. I'm Mad? Yep, shole is. Get the fuck off of my blog now. I'm done even writing to you cuntwads. Stupid. Blame China.