Well, last Sunday, I was about to blog.. then my mom started acting bitch-ass, so I called myself "saving it as a draft", some sequence of events led me to get grounded (release date unknown). I haven't gotten to get on the p.c., the crackberry, 'nunna dat'.. it's a pretty sad case.
but....
i'm a thug.
here's the old post, just for kicks:
"My weekend started as a dissapointment. All I could count on to make it a blast was Rissa. Friday was w.e. Saturday I was in l.a. with my folks, had a nice outing. mom's and I looked at some places to stay, we wanna move. Once evening time rolled around, shit wasn't so solid, like DAMN, I was dissapointed, the people we were supposed to go function with brushed us the fuck off, then asked for directions to the joint (LOL, we laffed about it all night like DAMN, word?) soooo.. whatta you do when life gives you lemons? have a ball! and, that's what we did. Today, Sunday, I can say i'm pretty satisfied with the way it all went down. I seen my nana, chilled with my favorite girl, hit some corners, popped some tags, took a couple puffs, laffed hysterically at ev-ery-fuckin-thing. Now THAT'S the way life should be. I think my week will be a breeze, i'm in a cool mood."
As for now, if you havent been able to contact me, i'm aight. I came home and my mom wasn't here, for once in her life, like a fucking bloodhound, so I imediately rushed on. Shoutout to all my niggas! (as if im in the pen, haha)
No Bitch-ass-ness.
Keep It Solid.
