'Sup, my niggas? I haven't blogged because I hated my layout. Lol, like this one is much better. I'm in the process of doing another layout - but this one will have to suffice. I have enough to talk about, but I don't feel like it. I'm just the man like that and I can do shit like that. Are you the man? Do you have the big thing hanging? I shole do. Get like me, my nigga. Lol, I'm not talking about shit. I know y'all are happy to read another post! Aren't you? Don't lie. I lost three followers since I've posted. I had 40, now I have 37. Y'all some unfaithful ass niggas. You feel me? Like, I get on my bullshit and you just leave me? What happened to encouraging a nigga to post? I see. That's what's up, though. I'll ride with my 37 and keep it going.

I'm back to recording, thanks to Twan. The song on my blog now is one of the new ones I record. I have another one with Twan. But yea, if you didn't know, I sold my equipment. Twan is being nice enough to leave a mic over here that he isn't using. I love that nigga, yo. Lol, I owe him $10. I haven't forgotten about it. It's just the person who said they'd give me some money is on some ho shit. But yea, my nigga Twan - that's a friend for you. I swear, if he has it, he'll break his last to make sure I'm good. You don't come across many life long people, you know? He's one of them. I know I can call him for anything I need and he'll be there. It's the same for me, though. If you're there for me, I'm definitely there for you. I don't mind doing shit for him. If he calls me a 7am talking about he's trying to record, then your best belief will be to believe that I'll be up at 7am setting up the equipment so he can lay down a song. That's enough of him, though.

I had my photoshoot with China. With her ol' sexy ass. Yom. Lol, kidding; but she is sexy. Her weave sets it off just right. Lol! I'm kidding. Don't kill me China. You can see a few of the photos via her Flickr. She's the best at what she does and hella fun to hang with. I enjoy her company all around. She's one of those life long people as well. Whether it's 3am to talk or whatever, she's there. I talk a lot of shit, but she knows I love her with everything I have and I'll starve to see her eat. I might make her beg for it and call me the best person in the world ever before I give her the food, though. Lol! I mean, she be on some fuck Jay shit so she can chill with her Ju-Ju Pretty Beans. Let me stop. I don't know that man. I'm kidding. From what she tells me, he's a great guy. I'm happy for her and her love and stuff. Enough of her now.

I have a headache, but I'm good. Hello Sharina. I was about to blog and let people I know that I'm good and not all of my blogs are depressing and then you came into my mind, lol. So yea - you don't have to worry about me. I write off impulse. If I feel bad when I write, I write about it. I'm alotted to feel bad once a day. That's just life and the rules of life. Some days I don't take that one bad feeling. Whatever I'm going through will pass, you know? So next time you talk to that Cuban about me, I'll choke you. K? Ew, both of you are Cubans. That's a lot of dirtiness in one yahoo box. Yuck. Lol! Let me stop talking shit before you stalk my mother or something.

Until next time.