Sunday, November 14, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Anyways... I'm inside of my dorm room. Bored as a muthafucka. Sooooo, for the sake of that last statement, muthafuckas are greater than or equal to how bored I currently am.
I still love my Beats.
I'm not particularly excited about the forensics "season" this year... Mainly because I've never done anything like it. EVER. Shouts to Mary Melton and Ryan Louis, though, for the scholarship opportunity, though. LOL. I think I'll recite some Talib Kweli, Lemon, and (my NIGGA) Shihan.
I officially started writing for my next mixtape, though. I know (the non-exisitent) readers of my blog have read this SAME statement for over a year, but, it's official. I'm definitely in the process of getting my shit together. "Just gotta make it!"
And... I'm in love with Pharrell Williams. No homo, whatsoever. I'm listening to Kenna's "Say Goodbye to Love" instrumental. Wow. And that Despicable Me soundtrack. WOW.
That is all for now.
'Til next post...
Dee Ell (the illest nigga not even close to signing a deal).
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Oh, and I'm at Ottawa University and I'd like to thank everyone here for showing me how much I hate this area and how much I miss Kansas City. I'll be regularly posting now that I have a means to do so from my jail-esque dorm room.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
No more D.Linquent...
It's Dee Ell, now.
Two mixtape concepts planned (and I'm writing to them...)
...A synethesia-feel to them... Lots of colors, but for good reason.
Black on One Side/Yellow on One Side (double CD)
Pink and Blu
Sunday, June 20, 2010
I'll officially be THAT DUDE at Ottawa University in the fall. Shouts to me, I made it [kinda].
But yeah... The old situation isn't quite resolved until I release every bit of information I have. Sad, but I don't care.
Soooooooo.... Nothing was going on??? (She sent me this message after she caught me MERELY talking to a girl whom I claimed I didn't like...)
Still fckn HEATED. How the FUCK you gone stand out there with her like that and when I'm walking away linger along with her whispering her shit? FUCK YO STUPID BITCH ASS. WANNA BE THAT COOL GUY NIGGA. FOR REAL, YOUR FUCKING STUPID.
I NEVER MET ANYONE LIKE YOU , AND HOPE I NEBER HAVE TO MEET ANYONE LIKE THAT AGAIN. YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE. YOU DON'T AT ALL. YOU AND HER ARE FAKE. FUCK YOU AND HAVE FUN WITH HER GLITTER ASS. FUCKING FAKE ASS. I SWEAR YOU ONE FAKE ASS MOTHERFUCKER.
AND THEN YOU GONNA WRITE HER ON SCHOOL LOOP IN FRONT OF ME LIKE THAT AND SEND HER PICTURES AND SHIT. OMFGGGGGG I FUCKING HATE YOU. FUCK YOU. DONT' FUCKING TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN.
HOW THE FUCK YOU GONE DO THAT? SERIOUSLY. YOU NEVER THINK ON HOW IM GONNA FEEL. HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU FEEL IF I WAS MESSAGING FUCKING TRINITY OR SOMEONE IN FRONT OF YOU FLIRTING, SENDING PICTURES AND SHIT?
YOU NEVER FUCKING THINK, can you fucking start THINKING for once? & realize you DON'T care. you DON'T care. YOU DON'T CARE.
YOU DONT CARE
YOU DON'T CARE YOU DONT CARE YOU DONT CARE YOU DONT CARE YOU DON'T CARE. YOU DON'T CARE YOU DON'T CARE YOU DON'T CARE.
YOU DON'T FUCKING CARE. FUCK YOU AND ALL YOUR FACEBOOK BITCHES, FUCK KIANNAS BITCH ASS, FUCK WHOEVER ELSE YOU TALK TO.
FUCKING BABIES DADDY ASS. FUCKING ROT FOR ALL I CARE. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU FAKE ASS BITCH.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.
FUCKING FUCK YOU. BITCH ASS NIGGA.
YOU STUPID ASS BITCH ASS NIGGA. FUCKING SCARED TO SHOW ME THE MESSAGES CAUSE I'LL FUCKING BEAT YOUR BITCH ASS. LIKE TODAY.
FUCK YOU BITCH
I'm back at blogging though. I've been slaving at Kmart and getting fresh lately. Being a good pops! Happy late Father's Day to me, though! Woooooooord...
Friday, April 30, 2010
So, as I moved up to my new room, I unpacked one box that contained various CDs that I owned (or just have for some reason), including (but not limited to [LOL]):
Eamon - I Don't Want You Back
Jibbs - Jibbs feat. Jibbs
Dr. Dre - 2001
Tyga - No Introduction
Linkin Park - Reanimation
DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince - Homebase
Vanilla Ice - To the Xtreme (LMFAO)
"West Coast Mix" (mostly songs from 'Radio Los Santos' and NWA members/affiliates)
Young Gunz - Tough Luv
That is a GREAT album, fuck what you heard.
Chris and Neef spit something SERIOUS. And the production for a majority of the songs was BANANAS! Most notably "Future of the Roc," "Roc U," "Never Take Me Alive," "Tough Luv," "Grown Man," and "Look in your Eyes." Crazy shit.
On a sidenote, this substitute is a fucker, trying to actually teach and ask questions and shit. He CLEARLY doesn't know my status in this muhfucka (LOL). Back to business...
Yeah... Young Gunz. It's too bad that fuckers think that "Money Mike" "ended their careers." Fuck outta here. FIRST OFF, I don't think that Neef dissed "Money Mike" when he said "We don't mess with the funny type/fake ass pimps like Money Mike." SMH.
Shout out to Mica, Micaela, the twins, and Matthia. Shouts to a particular follower of the blog that makes me look like Ike Turner. Annnnnd, FAT shouts to bootleg Randy Jackson. You made my Monday memorable on an otherwise boring-as-fuck workday... And (little did you know) your daughter constantly made my... March, April, May, June, July, August, September (especially), October, November, December, and January (ESPECIALLY). In various ways.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
LMFAO @ you thinking of using this as evidence to have something bad happen to me. Not happening. Because, at that point, you'd have to tell them everything you did, too. You can't lie to the pigs.
"Women lie, men lie."
Mixtape coming May 7th.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
SHUT THE FUCK UP SAYING THAT PEOPLE DON'T BELIEVE IN YOU, DROOPY.
In every DAMN song, he's HAS to include some bars about one of three things... In EVERY SONG.
1. How quickly he got signed and created hype.
2. How no one ever achieved this level of success (in a short time).
3. Some false story about his struggle to make it.
"For anybody that doesn't believe me, your favorite rappers do."
You can tell he was a fucking loser in school, because I feel as though this was the first time he has been accepted in life. He always fucking talks about this shit. Jesus, homie, just shut up, Aubrey. You know how you can tell if a kid never scored any points in a basketball or football game due to their excessive celebration? Well, that's how Drizzy is acting. ACT LIKE YOU'VE BEEN THERE. If you were REALLY the shit, then it really wouldn't be THAT big of a deal.
I have a verse on a track on Irv Da Phenom's "Tire Shops and Night Clubs" project... He's a rather big deal in Kansas City, as far as rappers go. I didn't go around saying, "I'm ill, I'm on Irv Da Phenom's shit, boy! He tours with Tech N9ne and Strange Music! Bitch. A real rapper co-signs me so I'm fuckin' ill!" No, I let people hear it when they either asked about Irv or asked "when you droppin' some new shit."
Oh, yeah... Then there's this bullshit.
"Understand nothing was done for me."
SHUT THE FUCK UP. You were probably a millionaire before you started rapping.
And you're not gangster, soooooo, good luck trying to EVER leave Young Money... LMFAO.
Not hating, because he can rhyme with the best of them. Shut up, Drake.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
I knew that everything would come crashing down like this...
"With this in mind, I still didn't quit/ And that's how I know that I ain't shit"
- Malice - "I'm Not U"
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
It's 1:30 in the morning, and it sucks that this is the time I am the most creative.
I'm thinking of all Lupe beats for the next mixtape... This idea might actually stick. Dead ass... I'm just putting all of the material that consisted of actual PEOPLE aside [for now, at least]. Instead, I'll just take slight (but HARD) shots at them in the songs. LOL @ me TELLING that I'm gonna have subliminal attacks in my songs. 10 songs (slightly more or slightly less) and some skits. I got half of it done, man... And fuck selling the mixtapes or creating a buzz (for now). I'm doing this shit for the love of doing it, and for therapeutic reasons. NO LIE. I'll just so happen to give the CD to some people. Here we go.
And on a similar note, I was viewing my monthly CCS catalog and saw a shirt that said "I [LOVE] BITERS!" I must purchase that shirt. Even though I hate them.
Outty 5,000. (Look, look! Gander, gander!)
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Before I go on, I just have one thing to say. I'm SINCERELY sorry for anything I posted in the past that may have offended some readers.*
Here's a list of random topics on my mind (that I'm too lazy to actually blog extensively about).
1. Blood diamond... No, not the movie. We're learning about the Democratic Republic of the Congo in Recent History class (the class I don't even need, but I learn the most in), and it's appalling to me how groups of people "rape-over" other peoples' land. The number one continent for diamonds is the poorest? SMH. Not just white people, either (although they're the most guilty). The Rape of Nanking was a despicable act, as well.
2. Chivalry is DEAD. OVER. It's a sad day when I can attract girls with my work uniform on and my glasses, and they literally throw themselves at me... Dead ass, though. Hoes give their numbers out like it's nothing. LITERALLY. Meaning, all I have to do is ask... I mean, it was fun at first when I was trying to be a "mack" and get all the girls, but... Where's the challenge? At least with this current situation, I have a challenge... I feel like I have to try very hard (although I'm failing). The 32 bar verses and thoughtful songs I've written fall on deaf ears. Oh well. And on a similar note, the first verse to Kanye West's "Heartless" and the second verse to Charles Hamilton's "Mr. Perfect" perfectly describe this shit. And [most of] the hook to Timbaland's "Say Somethin'." And countless other songs.
3. Top 5 Illuminati artists: Jay-Z, Lady Gaga, Little Wayne, Eminem, Kanye West.
4. It's always good to have someone to look up to... Both someone you know personally and a celebrity.
5. "Race-mixing" is slowly leading to the end of the world as we know it (no KKK member). Not in a good way or bad way... Everyone's gonna be a nigga sooner or later. No lie. Go to a mostly white school... The star [black] point guard more than likely dates a white female. The peer-pressure of "You ain't hittin' that though" will 'cause him to "hit it" and, BOOM. Mixed baby. SMH. I love all races though, except hoodrats and hood figgas.
Time for 3rd block.
"I'm [as real as it gets], I'm real, like legit. They say I'm an asshole, so pardon if I feel I'm the shit." - Sciryl
*April Fools Day, bitches.
Monday, March 29, 2010
I'd say that he is where most of my rap style came from, especially in my early days... He was the foundation, actually. I really appreciated his usage of homophones and overall multi-syllable rhymes. THE "BACK LIKE COOKED CRACK" SERIES WAS... well, CRACK! Also, I really loved his clothes style (ULTRA-PAUSE) and he was my influence during a majority of my 10th grade year. Let me break it down as follows:
45% Juelz Santana - If you've ever listened to Santana and listened to my earlier stuff (Comedy Central Freestyle), you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. You know how him and Cam'ron would rhyme things with the same things? Yeah. Though Santana's stuff has been commercial lately, I can't bite the hand that made me.
40% Fabolous - My voice was very monotone, and I used the multi-syllable rhyming patterns similar to Loso's. The "Loso's Way: Rise to Power" mixtape was something SERIOUS.
10% Lupe Fiasco - The part of me that rapped "real shit" was my inner-Lupe. Food & Liquor was probably the inspiration for me dropping the "gangsta lyrics."
5% Clipse (Malice) - I really enjoyed how Malice used his phrases... Who says things like "That's exactly why the caged bird sings" and "It shames me to no end?" Fuckin' MALICE, nigga. ILL.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Prodigy from the infamous Mobb Deep. ILL!
Rappers from Queensbridge in general (minus Ron Artest). ILL!
Don't disrespect New York... EVER. From the BK to the BX to Harlem to the 'Bridge to South Shore to Queens. New York IS hip-hop. Niggaz still ain't caught up. Especially not those wack ass niggaz in the south... SMH.
I must admit, I thought Prodigy sucked because the only time I heard him rap was in a freestyle on Rap City a few years back (he was actually freestyling so it sucked). Free Prodigy, dun.
And fuckin' Slaughterhouse (the rap group) is something SERIOUS. Joe Budden, Crooked I, Joell Ortiz, and Royce Da 5'9" in the same group, collectively? WOW. Fuck what you heard about Joe Budden, he's the truth.
ANNNNND... I can't believe I am a hip-hopper and I am JUST NOW listening to that "God's Son" album. Wow.
Too bad Nas a part of that Illuminati, industry bullshit. Damn Jay-Z...
Monday, March 22, 2010
Here we go! Pardon me for the lack of description, but since I'm a genius, I don't have to explain myself to anyone.
Top 5 Record Labels I would sign to (if given the opportunity):
1. 1st and 15th
3. Star Trak
4. GOOD Music
5. Rawkus Records
Top 5 items I'm copping in the foreseeable future:
1. Nixon Black Rubber Player Watch
2. Supra Skytop II (black/white/red)
3. Another Ralph Lauren Polo
4. A new game for XBOX360... (Modern Warfare 2 is getting fuckin' old)
5. I [heart] VA shirt
Top 5 things I sing while doing random stuff:
1. "Weeee coulda woooorked it oooouuut. But I guess things change."
2. JaSUN DeRuuuUUUUuuulooo
3. "Don't when I dive, I dive deeeeeeeeeeep?"
4. "The motivation for me is them tellin' me what I could not be... Oh, well.
5. "I'm comin' back, I'm comin' baaacccck..."
Top 5 celebrities I would wife (Shi Reeves doesn't count because I been there, done that):
1. Rosario Dawson
2. Bria Myles
3. Keke Palmer
4. Teyana Taylor (only because she's fly as shit)
Top 5 reasons why I'm a genius:
1. My complex thinking hasn't been used by anyone else (thus far)
2. I isolated myself as a preteen and early teen, thus giving me time to get smart over the internet, TV, books (yes, books), and other ways.
3. I can still admit that I'm wrong, but still look smart doing THAT.
4. I've obliterated EVERYONE who tried to pick an argument with me.
5. I just can't be wrong. It's impossible. "The only time I was wrong was when I thought I was wrong" (never)
I heard this song while I was blackin', spending hundreds of dollars at Urban Outfitters a few weeks back.
"Look inside your soooouuuulllll..."
And on a similar note, I'm a muthafuckin' lyrical wordsmith muthafuckin' genius!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
AY YAY YAY YOOOOO!
To celebrate, all I have to say is this:
MAMA SAY... MAMA SAH. MAMA KOO SAH.
Shouts to the E Twins, Aubz, Elijah, Esa Traviesa, Spree, Shenna, Kay (lmfao), Lou Five, and everyone else who reads this.
(Terminator) I'll be back.
edit: Apparently the blogger.com dashboard is fucked up... is this REALLY my hundredth post? Or perhaps my 99th post? Or, as the dashboard says, my 105th post? Whatever, I'm still leaving. Bye, bitches.
Please, stop. I'm begging you. It's NOT flattering in any way, shape, form, or fashion. You imitate my speech, my blog URL, the actual CONTENT of my blog, and countless other things. There's honestly far too many things to count. You're a habitual BITER. QUIT.
Disclaimer: If I actually give a damn about you, I don't care if you take my phrases and parts of my personality rub off on you (ultra pause). In fact, I totally welcome it.
YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, I DON'T LIKE. I DON'T LIKE YOU. I DON'T FUCKING LIKE YOU. YOUR VERY EXISTENCE MEANS NOTHING TO ME.
And don't think too highly of yourself, either, just because this is the second time I've written about your stalker-ish ways... because you're NOT important to my life AT ALL, despite what you may think. You're a non-factor. Fuck what you thought... None of the important decisions in my life are in any way affected by YOU. Stop it. Or as you would say (one of the phrases that you totally BIT from me, as well as many other phrases) "CUT IT THE FUCK OUT." Even YOU know you're nothing but a fucking biter, too... Remember that time I confronted you for straight COPYING [someone who shall remain nameless's] MySpace information? CASE IN POINT.
I regret even posting this and wasting bandwidth and time. But, since you're a fucking stalker, I figure you'll read this... Because I sure as fuck aren't contacting you personally.
Another thing, stop acting like an intellectual and an outcast/rebel/white girl, because God knows you're FAR from such.
This post is not even considered an actual vent, because this shit is outrageous. Go ahead, respond... I promise on my LIFE that I don't give a fuck. I won't even bother looking at the absurdity that is your would-be response, especially since your rebuttal means less than a used toothpick to me. In fact, I didn't even try to look at your stalkerisms before, I just so happened to not block you on MySpace (yet) and saw your status. In a nutshell, STOP FOLLOWING MY LIFE. I know it's a free Internet and all, but, STOP. Fill out college applications, study, do something productive with your life instead of e-stalking me.
That's all I'm saying about this individual whom I don't give a fuck about. As far as I'm concerned, this was a waste of my time, but a relieving one. I've blocked off all communication, so there's no way I can SEE any of this malarkey ANYMORE. And if YOU personally contact me, you tried REALLY hard to do such (thus proving that your life centers around looking into my life). I'm done. STOP, QUIT, CEASE. ENDED.
And TRY to blackmail me. It's not going to work in your favor, trust me.
Since we're from the hood, I'll suitably end it with this...
"L.I.G. it, man... Let it go... LET IT GO."
Monday, March 15, 2010
And, I seriously think it's time for a tonsillectomy. This is fucking outrageous, man.
At any rate...
I promise, this isn't like the (now defunct idea) "Trifecta" series, which is probably never coming out. I just condensed some of these songs into this mixtape.
This mixtape will contain NO "street" songs... In other words, nothing on this mixtape will appeal to the gangstaz or the hustlaz, unless, of course, they've experienced some of the things I've experienced. Okay, MAYBE ONE "street" joint. I'm ill.
The title is simple: 808s and Heartbreak, except MY version (and little original production... WHAT UP, FINO!) I record on my laptop (MacBooks) and I regularly experience emotions that will lead some people to believe that I suffer from bipolar disorder (the other name for it is (Manic Depression). There you have it.
It will feature significantly less content (around 10-15 songs) than my previous two mixtapes... I still got it, though. You know how I does it, dunnie.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
We're never gettin' along, so isn't it wrong
That I think of you when I get my intimate on?
Then I listen to songs
You made me angry, so lately, I vent on my blog
Still callin' me a "playah," well, hate the game
I hate to say our relationship ain't the same
I take the pain that I feel when people say your name
But it's so fuckin' hard tryna make a change
Just knowing I could never be with you
It seems that it never would get through your mind when I said that I missed you
At first, but later, I'd be ready to kiss you
I see you with that nigga, I'm especially pissed, too
That's you main, I guess I'm second, and it's cool
But not for real, I fell so easy
I guess it's L-O-V-E (dead ass)
And somewhere along the lines, things got hard and I
Up and got pissed, I fuckin' lost it
But really all was fine
'Til somethin' hopped on my mind. It's bloggin' time!
Always lookin' at FaceBook
Statuses, I'm mad and shit, you couldn't relate good
And that's very logical
You steady tellin' me to end the jealousy, but that there's impossible
But for you, I got into a lot of trouble, prolly double
"That's not D, that's a body double!"
We gotta cuddle, but too bad we're not a couple
We had massive potential to be the hottest couple
I'm a rocket shuttle. I'm heated, believe it
I'm hopin' soon I give up
'Cause I ruined enough, I'm feelin' stupid and dumb
But just so you know, I do it because (I love you)
Your likin' of me, I know that it's shrinkin'
But my eyes not closin' or blinkin'
Without you, boo, I'ma boat, and I'm sinkin'
Corny right? See, I know what you're thinkin'
You sayin' "You don't love me, you just love my ass"
Yeah, I do, I love to touch and grab and smack it like you did something bad
I'm fuckin' bad
So [if] I smashed from the back, you should know I'm gonna brag
But seriously though, I hope you're hearin' me, yo
'Cause I'm weary, you know?
So? I'm a whore, and I ignore you. I know, I'm evil
So what? I have a hard time gettin' over people
Remember all the words we created?
I'm nothingness now, it hurts and I hate it
First I should face it, my minds doin' backflips
I'ma try movin' past this (Dammit)
Friday, March 5, 2010
I don't know why a lot of my posts are about this bitch. Then again, I always "fall" for the sluts, anyways.
Notice (in the below e-mail) how she said something along the lines of "No one will ever know the real story," or some bullshit like that. Umm... That's moderately accurate, because BOTH OF US are withholding the REAL story. I don't give a fuck if it gets me in trouble, either. If they ONLY knew... Bitch. I'll GLADLY tell him what ACTUALLY happened all those times... But will YOU tell HER? HA!
And all that malarkey about people wanting to "beat her ass..." Fuckouttahere with that, ho. AGAIN, it's a lose-lose for you, dun. If people are sending you messages, then you're a Facebook celebrity... If they didn't really send you the messages, then you LIED (like always, bitch).
"Even when you're winning, it's a lose-lose situation"
Um. What else?
No hate AT ALL... but I could've tricked all my money on you if I cared about you that much (at the time).
I'm sooooooo wrong for the whole "vaginal secretions" thing. Then again, you weren't skilled AT ALL. Do you kiss him with those lips? Oh, wait... You don't kiss, because, yeah... Phahahahaha!!! I win by default because you admitted that you were a ho. You tried. LOL. At least there's always the pictures.
Why am I mad if I think all this negative stuff about her? EASY. I don't get dissed.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
I don't care anymore deadass.
I didn't make any mistake, your the one who made out with Kianna and was still fckng Aubrie.
So I just started talking back with him. Like you said "Play or be played" righhh?
So I really don't know why you buggin, you obviously didn't give a ish about me if you were out doing that.
righhhh? Like I seriously don't want you in my life anymore. You did some real mean ish to me that I will never accept
I would be the dumbest chick ever to keep you in my life.
No one knows the real thing as meaning, you your circus swear you have me figured out when you don't.
Your just as bad as Aubrie I swear.
Like I'm so serious when I say LEAVE ME ALONE.
I don't freaking care how hard it is. You act like you have to talk to me every friggin day dude.
I'll promise you one thing. I will talk to you once a week.. like for an hour or so..
I'm serious when I say that.. fck what you think. I'm just eliminating drama out my life and that's the only way I see it happening.
Until I change my number of course.
Duh those things bother me because none of that stuff is true. and there you fckn go brining up my gap again.
Fckng gosh man just LEAVE ME THE FCK ALONE. You keep bringing up this personal ish that pis$es me the FCK off.
LEAVE ME ALONE, I'M SERIOUS.
You never did appreciate any of the little simple nice things i did.. Like seriously.
If you did you wouldn't have pushed me away into someone else's arms.
Don't even bother to reply back or text me because I just put a flat out block on my phone, I'm sick of yours Aubries drama.
You keep texting calling me which is making her more pis$ed off and becoming more physco, now she's tryna fight the world.
Do me you a favor, lose my number, stop texting/calling me. just EVERYTHING.
"Even when you're winning, it's a lose-lose situation..."
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Some feelings will be hurt on this next mixtape... Sorry, but not really. I'm ill.
That's that... Pretty much...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Well, after LOL'ing at the thought of actually doing it, I quietly said to myself...
To anyone who doesn't know of the disaster that was me running for homecoming royalty, read my past vents.
Anyways, Ms. Vargas has a shitload of makeup on today. Still, I enjoyed watching her walk away. Call me sprung, that's not what it is though, bitch. (LOL)
I have all these song ideas, all I have to do is put them together, man... It's not as easy as before, I admit. I was a beast before, now I'm just good. Gotta get back on that level.
I'm out like flannels in a few months.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
So, yeah, I'm here.
In a nutshell, here's what I've been doing:
Playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (Someone please beat me, I'm tired of winning LOL)
Playing various PSone games on my PSP.
Overdrafting my checking account.
Getting money to pay for my overdraft.
Being pissed off that the item I bought that caused the overdraft SUCKED. Damn you, EA Sports.
Hmmm. I'm gonna graduate high school. Oh yeah!!! Clap for me. Oh, wait, I never get claps. Bullshit.
It's 11:00pm. I just completed my consuming of two Spicy Chick'n Crisps and two double cheeseburgers from Burger King. I love my metabolism.
Yo, where the FUCK is Show TuFli's album!?? Ugh.
Shouts to the twins. Shouts to the readers of darnellleonard.blogspot.com. Shouts to all the good, helpful people in my life and the good, helpful people that have randomly appeared in my life to give my car a jump after I discovered that I left my lights on at the Legends a week before Christmas. What up!
Today, I didn't go to school. I ate Burger King inside the restaurant. Yum. Original chicken sandwich. Fck yea. I had work at 3:30... at 3:05 I needed a quick one, so I watched 30 second clips of Sandi Jackmon. Then I rushed to work. Oh, and I forgot to deodorant my underpits. Let's just say I move a lot on the job. There wasn't a lot of arm-raising today. LOL.
Whatever. Who knows when I'll post again.
Mixtape coming in May (really...).
I love you, Ms. Vargas (no R. Kelly).