Wait for it... Waaaait for iiiiit...

It'll be like it was... One day. I have... Faith.

WithdrawalFiredChildSupportBitchNiggazBabyMamaDrama
ParkingTicketsPoliceCooperationInsecuritiesTwitterFacebook
WeightGainBrokeLiesAwkwardnessPrideAngerPastPresentEtc.

ViolinsPianosPandaBearsRyanLeslieLyricsMasturbationFood
FashionFashawnBluCousinsMikeKennyBasketballXBOX
GoDogGoWikipediaIDon'tDeserveYouInstrumentalFuture.

TheThoughtThatItWillAllBeOverSoonAndBackToNormal.

FML.

Worst decision of my fucking life.

SMH.

What the fuck did I get myself into.

I be up all night.

...Whole crew's in here... LOL

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).

Bored.

The only reason I'm posting at this point in time is because of my very mild case of OCD. I must de-virginize (like that one? LOL) everything on MY LAPTOP THAT I JUST GOT, BITCH! That is, to post a FaceBook status, watch a YouTube video, post a blog, etc. Shouts to my fajah for this joint.

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.

I'm back (to music), I promise.

No more Kmart...
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

What's a molotov cocktail that don't break the glass?

LOL. Recognize... I'm back.

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...)

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MaKayla Goins December 3, 2009 at 5:21pm Report

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

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Very harsh... LMFAO. I win, again.

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...