I Need A Damn Kit Kat........

Gotta love Tuesdays. Although I have all day to worry about, a good 80% of it I will be sleep. When you live like I do, life tends to go fast as shit considering my time awake while the sun is up is so short. Just one more week of overtime and I'm back to the old scheduele. Damn, I think I work too hard sometimes. That's just how I am, guess you can say I know how to channel my relentlessness. That's a good thing, yet I don't really enjoy it like that because the way I play doesn't exactly measure up to the way I work. I am a firm believer that you should be able to play just as much as you work. Why not? This is fucking Bush country for crying out loud, you betta be able to enjoy yourself after busting ass for 40 hours.

With this lack of sex in my life, I have grown attached to white chocolate kit kats and an el of dro. I don't know what's up with that shit, but I notice when Im fucking horny beyond the norm, I calm down after consuming at least two of those a piece. Damn, yall just don't know, I wonder if there's anyone else going through what I'm going through. I know there is, yet I'm going through some type of hell right now. Shit is crazy and I find myself hiding behind my work, yeah I actually said that. Thing is with the frustration of the distance, and the bills piling, along with the 95% of my week dedicated to work, yeah you would think I'm just a little bit snippy. I say fuck that, man , and fuck you for fucking believing that I'm fucking just the least bit fucking snippy any fucking way you fuck..........

(exhale) that almost felt too good. I know what would feel better, but that I'll keep to myself. I now find myself digging into this NYPD Blue marathon so I'm somewhat keeping the obvious off of my mind. I did talk to her today, and it was pretty good talking. You see it's things like this that hooks ya, makes you stay up at night and wonder when you will get to spend time with them again, only to look at the calander and fucking dread that you have to count. Oh boy.

Can you tell that I have tension built up inside? I need to release this shit, and I haven't found a place to do so. The gym where I used to go to is down now, so I need an alternative. Maybe it's a chemical thing and I just need to eat a good lunch instead of just breakfast and dinner. I'm tobacco free, so that helps a bit. Who knows? Maybe I'm just worried about things I need not worry about. Call me crazy but shit, this is the frustration that a brotha goes through. It's real like a muthafucka.

With that said, I'm out - but wait....

shottanix* what up girl? Hope you aight, TR* think we can try lunch sometime this week?, H20 think you need to handle the supply this week early. T*(sis) whassup with A*? You never gave me anything clear on that.

now I'm out...

enjoy each other (bunch of lucky bastards)

Da Champ