Don't Shoot, I'm Unarmed

Had I been 80 years old in one of those lil scooters, maybe the chick in that fucking Prelude would've shown some type of love for a brotha, but no, I have to have this bitch (you damn right I said it) straight try to run me off the road and I'm just hobblin' wit my walking staff, here she go: "Get yo' crippled ass out the street, I gotta go to work ni---." Nevermind me being in pain, and having the right of way, but the fact that she was driving a fucking Prelude!!!! DAMN!

K* I'm sorry ok, I can tell when someone is mad with me so I am going to apoligize now. I am sure that when you read it, your first instinct was to say "hey fuck you", and knowing you, you probably did (right to the screen too). Well, after looking at the context, I realize I was wrong in my actions for teasing you about your civic. Congrats to you and your seperation from the DC metro. I wish you many more road rage incidents and points for hitting ignorant folks. And you're right, I can't picture you in a Buick.

To Mis106, you are still my favorite stalker, sorry I haven't called you yet, but ask my mom, or anyone close to me, and they will tell you I call people like old people fuck, plain and simple. We cool, and oh yeah, you did get love on my last blog. Now you have a paragraph, who knows, when we actually meet, I will have a whole blog just for you.

Ok you two, that's enough with the I'm sorry's, I do have a reputation to hold here ;).

So what was my day like other than above? Layin down taking it easy on the ankle. It went from tennis ball to golf ball. Still a bitch to walk on though. Enough with that. I'm done.

Good lookin out to my homegirl who came through with the percoset, I slept like a baby thank you.

I'm out like Bush after November (right?)
Da Champ