Bullshit Blog.

theres a certain number i need. it is 7 digits long, and with that number i can accomplish something very important. one certain person has this number, but shes being a fuckin whore about it and she wont give it to me. it pisses me the fuck off. david got kidnapped by T, the big black drug dealer. he fell down some stairs and had a seizure too. i saved his life, but hes not my friend, he just uses me. my brother is a nigger thats a greedy money loving jewbug- he needs to stop hanging out with owen. my phone is broke like a joke cause people hang up on me. i think im drinking tonight cause i have no life and thats what i do. by the way, the only reason i wrote this blog is so that i could get some views for the week cause it makes me happy when people read what i say. and one day everyone should read my two books. one is about my life, and the other will predict the future. get them, read them, love them. i love you all, except for those of you that i dont love. k bye.

Burn, Bitch.

i thought it couldnt get any worse. i thought every that could go wrong already did. i thought that i lost everything i ever had. i was wrong. i lost the rest of my life the other day. upwards of 400 cds-- music, the only thing that meant anything to me. all because of a stupid asshole, that insists on making a "very special person" happy. i guess it wasnt bad enough that most of my shit was taken when she got evicted. i warned her. i specifically said, "your car is going to blow up if you drive it". it did. i win! i love life. and i love my friends.