Ahhhhhh Relief..........

Whassup, you know that feeling you get after you done took one of those 15 minute shits? You know the kind that hurt for 10 but only takes 2 to come out and 3 to wipe your ass? After that, you can play basketball and run through fields and just be all alive cause you feel like that damn circus midget found its' way out your ass? The feeling of getting the weight off, oh boy that's how I feel, which is why I can do this with a smile.

So what's good with yall? I just been chillin, having fun in this New Year, still recovering from that hangover which came from the turn of the year. I miss my better half like a muthafucka and I have to wait a little more than a month just to see her again. Tell you the truth, I've been down the road of long distance relationships before. Although the first time out I was young, let's just say that it was fine til I was cheated on. Then she got pregnant the following year. Next one? We were together here, then she left, cheated, got pregnant. Almost like a bad cycle, there's more but we don't need to go there. I think I've given that person a little too much shine last year, considering the disappearing acts she pulled. I'm still working out, which should make ready for all you p.m.f's (thats punk/mutha/fuckas for all you ebonically challenged) in the summer. I'm not going for the LL but I will take the Will Smith any day. (Whoa, for a second there reading that line fast didn't sound so good) Can't get too big, I don't want it to take away from other 'big' parts of my body. (Get your mind out tha gutta.)

With that said, I want to take some time to say that it will be good to see the Lakers - oops I meant Kobe Bryant feat. the Lakers vs. Labron James and those guys he plays with known as the Cavaliers. Two #1 picks going on a shooting spree. I don't care who hits for 50, if Kobe loses, he might as well switch his shoes to Spaulding, cause that's the only way he is going to make any cheese this year. Oh wait, Shaq's are sold in Kmart and Payless, oh boy.

Hey what do you get when you take Gary Coleman circa 1986, add some stilletos, blend in Lil Kim's complexion, add about 100 pounds, and take a black pom pom from some pom pom socks and put that on the back of his head, what do you get?

Beyonce.

No really, her ponytail is so small it looks like one big ass nap. I mean if her head was planet nappy then her ponytail should be the nap headquarters. Hell, when someone says hey, I'm gonna go take a nap they ass should be arrested for conspiracy to commit a felony. Don't let the weave fool you ladies.

Funny ass commercial for 2005 Bacardi and Cola feat. his cousin Diet Cola (peep the Versace windsuit, you know you wanted one)

If I knew how to do links and all that (don't worry the HTML help is on the way) I would put you on to some new joints my better half showed me, but if she is trying to be exclusive then I'll let her just drop em on you when she ready. The grill be on her now when she rocks that baby blue North Face jacket, wouldn't want her to hurt em.......then again.......

One more thing, I want to get myself a new template or pretty much a better looking page for Da Champ. As much as I like this here, I want to add my picture and maybe a couple of things to make this all that I want it to be. Who knows?

and without further ado, a little love to spread.

K* if you don't know already then you haven't been paying attention, shottanix*, Donita* for remembering a brotha after 10 years out of high school (damn we old girl), H20* if you ever fall asleep while I'm playing Madden....., J-Jerk, the 32nd, 45th, and 3rd weed spots in the 413 (good looking out on the Hydro), C. Coffey, Lollipop @ The 5th Alarm strip club (I will watch you dance one day I promise, but it has to be at the club though okay???) Despite the compliments you gave me at Store 24 that day, I was serious when I said I was taken. Don't let the red eyes fool you.

RIP Mr. Freeman, aka Da Mayor on the 1st and 15th I would try to go outside just to see you scream at folks walking around the neighborhood from your front porch. I remember helping one of my friends chase down a crackhead for trying to rob you for your newspaper and coffee money. You got me confused with my uncle alot, and although I remember you being intoxicated (hence the nickname Da Mayor - ala Do the Right Thing) most of the time, but you spoke as though you were drinking the juice of genius, because you spoke to me like you just knew that I would listen. Man I will miss you, but you looking down on me now, I don't live on Oak G. Ave anymore, but I never, ever forgot the hood that I grew up in, or the cats who took the time out to help raise me with my moms.

I'm out, yall enjoy
being a Capricorn

Da Champ