So, let me explain something you sucker ass niggas. What I write in my blog isn't true life. Please don't let what I talk about dictate what happens with you or anyone else. I write what I write simply because I like having fun. It's for humor. My life, your entertainment. Things are distorted and stretched. Especially when I'm blogging about a friend or two. I just like to talk shit and have fun about it. We all know the truth. Just because I say something about someone liking someone doesn't mean it's necessarily true. Especially when one of the people involved has lovely boyfriend who she ignores her great friends for. The whole situation with Twan and China was something I made up for an inside joke. Don't go checking either one of them about what I wrote in my blog. Sorry, you're lame for that. It's bullshit and nothing more. Yes, you and everyone else who takes my blog as life. I don't say names, but I'll let you know I'm telling you. What I wrote was far from the truth. They weren't on a date or anything like that. All three of us were supposed to go out that day but I had class and then I had some other things to take care of. I was going to go, but I decided to say fuck it. It's not because they were on a movie date. That's a last minute thing. Regardless, if friends want to go to the movies, what's the problem? It's not like that. We're all friends and we know the deal between the three. No one is interested in anyone in the group. Please don't go checking someone over what I write, though. It's all inside jokes and fun. Which if you read the comments, you'll know that China denounced anything like that. Jokes, enjoy them. You watch it while I live it.

Moving on from that. I've had the worst week ever. Sunday was terrible all the way up to yesterday. What's so bad about that? Monday went surprisingly well. As far as I'm concerned I don't have parents. I was planted on this Earth by aliens. That's true talk. That's why I'm so big anyway. So, you want to know what happened? Not a damned thing as far as you're concerned. Lol, I feel like changing the subject of this paragraph right in the middle like a fucking boss. Watch me do it. LOL! Wait, pause. That made me think of Soulja Boy's ol' illiterate ass. Wahmedewihh! Okay, yea. I'm hella hungry. I'm broke as hell without an ounce of gas to my name. That's how you know you're truly broke. A nigga ain't even got no gas? That's how we rock? That's what's up. I'm thuggin' it. Time to beat up the pavement with these nikes. I haven't walked anywhere in so long. It's getting warm so it's not so bad to walk right now. The hoes will laugh at you, though. I'm like, what the fuck bitch? You don't see these car keys in my hand? Yea, you gotta walk with car keys in your hand when you're walking so the hoes won't laugh. Make sure you put a cool ass key chain on there too. Something that say BMW or something. They'll be on your dick. "Oh, girl - see that BMW thang on his keys?" Exactly, ho. Get tricked if you want to.