So, I checked my e-mail, today.

I read this as I listen to "Bria's Interlude" by Drake and Omarion.

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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.

STOP.

BYE FOREVER.

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And the whole message, she still didn't admit that she was a ho. Shit's crazy, dun. I guess all I have to say (again, and again, and again) is that it's not blackmail if I don't demand anything from her. Hmm. I WIN.

"Even when you're winning, it's a lose-lose situation..."

Oh, Drake... and other shit.

Pretty homo title, but whatever.

Fuckin' Drake, man... ILL AS FUCK. Pardon me for semi-hating on him before. The nigga is ill. Not quite fuckin' with Chuck, but, then again, who is?

I was listening to the "So Far Gone" mixtape... ILL. My favorite song (that I've been singing at work) is "Bria's Interlude." Perhaps I was hating on him because he was fucking my other wife, Bria Myles (sorry, Shi). Whatever. Droopy killed that shit.

I love her.

And about MaKayla... You're mean.

AND FUCK LUCAS SITTON. DIE, BITCH. I can't believe I didn't blog about getting pulled over and paying a $240 ticket... Over not signaling in time.

Fuck.

I'm ill[y].

Damn, every time I listen to "the Previews Mixtape" or "Weirdo," it becomes clearer that I am the illest rapper I've heard.

Some feelings will be hurt on this next mixtape... Sorry, but not really. I'm ill.

That's that... Pretty much...

myspace.com/dlinquentmusic

I saw this, then I LOL'd.

So, I check my school email account, and I noticed a new message entitled "Run for Winter Formal Royalty!"

Well, after LOL'ing at the thought of actually doing it, I quietly said to myself...

FUCK NO.

To anyone who doesn't know of the disaster that was me running for homecoming royalty, read my past vents.

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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.

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I'm uber-disappointed in myself for JUST NOW hearing that "Charles Hamilton is Back" song (by Charles Hamilton). That joint was BANANAS, nigga!

I'm out like flannels in a few months.

It's been an hour.

Get it? You know how people say... Never mind...
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.
Working.
Watching porn.
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.

Um.

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).

So.

I'm alive and well.

TTYL.

Fuck Kmart.

They're the reason I haven't had time to blog... Or sleep. Or rap. Or do fuckin' ANYTHING.

I dead ass only got 8-10 hours of sleep since Monday. Fuck am I working 'til 12:30 this WHOLE WEEK?

Well, at least I copped an XBOX360...

Oh, and a-ha's "Take on Me" is my favorite song at the moment (with Tears for Fears' "Pale Shelter" coming in at a close second.

Peace.