"Nigga's Gonna Die" Shyne

Haven't posted in a while, but I guess its tough to follow up a weekend of such debauchery. Plus, aint shit going on. Its getting nice out, I guess thats something. The bitch that sits behind just finished "silently" singing along to a pointless, shitty, radio friendly pile of dung on the radio. It serously made me want to get up and punch her square in the tits. We hired a new girl for sales here at work. Got to check her out this morning as she stopped by. Shes cute, nose ring, round ass, tanned. Should be an adequate replacement for Ms.Blotto behind me here. Her kids got a bright future ahead of her. When its time for daddy to make child support payments though, shes gonna have to get in line and wait patiently, cuz shes third. A while ago I found out that Ms.Blottos mommie is/was/will-still-be-months-from-now a crack head. Let me clearify. I found out that on more than one occasion shes blown all her money, dissapeared for hours/days, and has been forcibly taken out of a crackhouse (one of many here in the sunny, crime-free, capital region). Why might you ask do I badmouth this girl so often, even though I used to be really friendly with her. Because. With the possibilty of hooking up with a chick being completely off the table (Im engaged and lets face it, shes pregnant) I dont care to be nice anymore. Shes a white trash, selfish brat. And Im tired of it. i see her more than my fiancee on some days. It makes me want to re-examine the penal system from the inside out. Any ways, thats about it I guess. I miss the subway. Someone let it know I said hi, Im talkin to you F train, I'll see you soon boo. LOL. Peace.

"I See The Same Hoes" 2Pac

What can you say about this past weekend?
Lets have a little question and answer session. Question: Did JBL represent real proper? Answer: Hell Motherfuckin YEAH! Question: Were all members crunked at the end of the night on Saturday? Answer: Hell Motherfuckin YEAH! Though some more than others. Question: Did James get home alright? Answer: Hell Motherfu...ahh barely.
It was really one of those rare, old school weekends. Spent the first part of our saturday night with Petey Crack at J MoneyOrders watching whipped cream wrestling. How grimey was it? Well the bitches were hot, but the bitches doubled as whores.LOL. Shouts to Sgt.Doorman, glad to see you were on top things. By the time Carlouie showed up, it was time to go.

Serge: Yo Lou, was there any weed left from last night?
Lou: Nah son.

three minutes later...

Lou: Yo son, I felt guilty that I didnt look when you asked, so I checked, and there was.
Serge: Sweet.

Drunk bitches takin their shoes off at Gratons, walkin round the block with Jigga blazin, TWICE! Fuckin de-ja-vu in real life. Fogarty comin thru to a theater near you. Yo J, just in case you forgot, you passed out in the car son and missed after hours at the American Legion son, Post 187. I got home at about 6 and passed out. Woke up the next morning to a drunken phone message from a drunken mess.

"Where are you, Ive been calling for a half hour."

We were in the after hours for less than 10 minutes. LOL.

via phone on sunday morning.
Serge: Are you alive?
Jigga: Barely son.
Serge: How you feelin?
Jigga: Like shit bro. Im going to wake up soon.
Serge: Aernt you meeting your parents like 10 minutes ago?
Jigga: What time is it>
Serge: Its 2:10
Jigga: Oh shit, I gotta go.

Guess thats about it. Look for a more detailed story on things later on. Peace.

"Blow It Out Your Ass!" Ludacris

I had like the most fascinating class yesterday. We learned all the ins and out of drawing faces and features. We started by laying out the skull and bone structures, and proceeded to flush it out by adding muscles and shit. It was so fucking enthralling. I had some shit to do after class in the studio so I stayed a bit late. Im standing there finishing off my canvass stretcher frame and my stomach starts doing cartwheels. I mean it was fucking bad. It felt like the demon seed was inside and trying to get out. I stepped outside to get some fresh air, shrugged it all of for a bit, and decided to go over to the bathroom and see what was doin. I mean I was in a bad way. Got to the bathroom, felt alright, decided to pass on takin a shit being in school and all. I walked back to the studio and continued to work. 45 seconds later, it was back. I clenched my butt cheeks and penguined my way to the bathroom. Can I tell you that it was the nastiest shit I've taken in a long ass while. The runs ran out of my ass faster then a black guy out of a paternity clinic. It was hot, i was sweaty, and the runs hit hard. I instanly felt better. But it was scary there for a second. Thats about it I guess, just wanted to relay my random happenings. Peace.

"Dead Wrong" Biggie Smalls ft. Eminem

I dont even have anything to post other than this. I hate when people you dont like show you shit. Case in point. The bitch at work just ran in this morning shouting "Look, look, pictures of my baby, its a girl." First instinct, turn around and explain to her that the ounce of fecal matter floating in her stomach and inhaling a massive amount of toxic fumes from that Newport shes puffing on is hardly a girl yet. Second instinct, kick her in the stomach and tell her that its just a way to ease her "daughter" into the real world. Reality...fake civility and nod along when she points out the speck of dust and goes "See thats her lower intestine/foot/hand/finger...Blah Blah Blah. Just had to share. J, good news, im might have a girl for you in a few months bro. LOL. Peace.

"Why?" Jadakiss

Ahh, to blog or not to blog... I had a rather uneventful weekend to wrap up my spring break, or lack-there-off. My girl went to a sex toy party, complete with man-stripper and all. LOL. Get this, the dude's name was Malibu, of Ken and Barbie fame I imagine. Again, LOL. I probably shouldnt laugh, nigga got like 5 of the requisite 6 packs in a six pack on me, but fuck it. Did my little sunday night thing, IE-play fifa online till like 4 in the morning. That daylight savings had me all fucked up, I thought it was 3, but it was four. Give me my hour back you gooks.
Baseball season started off on sunday with a resounding 9-2 thumping of the defending world "chmpions". Guess its another 86 till the next one guys. Who knows, maybe signing Wells was a good idea (one day they'll figure out how to convey sarcasm on the computer, one day).
Looking forward to this weekend. Matter fact, I always look forward to seein my homies. Any way, thats that for now, working on another article, more of a graphic thing, Ill let you know when its ready. Till then, Peace.