So, you tell me. How're all of you doing? Are you upset about the Rick Roll? That was such a fun thing to do. The phone calls and text messages about it kept me entertained for the first half of my day. I'm glad that I'm able to annoy all of you. Lol, I'm kidding. There was really a picture there but I decided to remove it! What a pal I am, right? I know, you don't have to tell me. I'm just a swell guy.

I really want to mess with my phone and find some cooler things to do. I've yet to tap into the full potential of this sexy device. I would start messing with it right now, but a certain someone has the best timing ever. As soon as I start doing something that involves my phone to be idle, she calls. It's the weirdest thing. I dropped my computer down the stairs today because of that timing. It took a pointless fall at that because Twan's faggot ass never came through. Had to take that shit back up those stairs. Ugh, that's so tiring and annoying. I need a better studio. Speaking of which, anyone want to donate to my microphone fund? I'm so serious.

I kind of want to embarrass Ki again, but I don't feel like going to edit a picture and stuff. I'll leave her alone for the time being. Did y'all like the picture I posted? Lol, cute right? I know my stalkers reading this like "man, ugh." I know, I know. You mad, homie? Take that how you wanna. I'm just talkin' shit. What's up, guys and gals? Those faithful readers who never let me know they read. Don't front like that's not you either. I bet you think this blog is about you, about you. Lol! What song was that? I bet you think this song is about you, about you. Someone post it in my comments.

Uh, yea. Today has really been a slow day for everything. There hasn't been much Hip-Hop released on any of the blogs I frequent. Not much celebrity gossip either. I've been bored most of the day.You know? Just trying to keep myself from going crazy. I'm most likely already crazy, but who cares? A great writer by the name of Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote in his eassy Self Reliance that to be great is to be misunderstood. I completely agree. I'm misunderstood. That's fine. In that same breath does it make me great? I think so.

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