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Don't you miss those Billy Maze infomercials?

hell yea, especially since i know that he was coked up during every one of 'em

ask me SOMETHING. lol, my inbox is wack right now.

Grammy Family

I want to be a member of that. I want a Grammy, and I won't stop making music until I get one. After I do that, I want Album of the Year. I'm gonna work like a motherfucker to get it. I know it sounds like a pipe dream, but I'm dead serious.

shiiit, i can't think of a title right now.

so,

• my grandma's shop is madd busy, which is good. so busy that i can slip in for my free haircut, which is bad. i'm shooting for early tuesday.
• my connect never came through (and i forgot to call today...*v8 slap*)
• got my b-day shit filled, just gotta go get it notarized and sent off
• i've got $8.43 in quarters, nickels, dimes, and pennies...no weed for me. hopin my cousin hits me up soon for a session.
• my floor's visible, but now my bed isn't. (*v8 slap)
• i wrote 2 new songs

and i keep moving.

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speak and ye shall be spoken to...probably. http://formspring.me/amzg26

shit to get done.

on the agenda for today:

• get a haircut.
• (if my connect comes through) record some new music.
• remember to fill out my birth certificate application.
• take monetary inventory (i found out that i'm not goin to Job Corps for a REAL long time, so i wanna blunt.)
• make my bedroom floor visible
• get a haircut.

now, i would have began working on this much earlier, but i just woke up (3pm) soooo...time to get going.

o, and Pandora is THEE shit. next post is gonna be a list of songs i strongly suggest be downloaded.

end.

paradox.

ok, see i have this insane urge to write something. i've got my mom's ex-boyfriend's pc for a limited time and i'd really like to take advantage of the luxury of a full QWERTY keyboard. on the flipside? i ain't got JACK SHIT to say. nothing significant's going on in my life, i don't have anybody special, i don't have anybody gettin on my nerves...just a whole lot of nothing. i need to get involved in some activities, but i don't have any transportation cuz my BUM ASS still doesn't have a goddamn license...NOT A GOOD LOOK. i mean, i tried to get that shit the other day, but then it turns out that my birth certificate fell off the face of the earth. guess who's gotta wait several weeks for a new one? fuckery. and then my mind goes blank, but i don't really care so i'ma hit the publish button and keep it movin. moving where? good-ass question.

"see, i'm that shxt muhhfucka." -Busta Rhymes

so it's 5-mxyzptlk in the morning, and i see in my inbox that i have
now been deemed the "e-shit" by lalalalalaliyabean (idk how many 'la's
there are in her sn off the top like that, but damn if i didn't get a
little whimsy outta typin 'em...it's the little things). so, if you
see little brown pixels and stink lines in the corner of your monitor,
don't be alarmed...

music shit: i can't stress how dope Mr Hudson's album is. if you liked
808s, and loved Man on the Moon, you'll go apeshit for this. i'd heard
the album before, but i didn't get a chance to really enjoy it cuz my
pc went pookie on me and i didn't copy it to my ps3. BUT, thanks to my
homie i got it on here now and have had plenty of time to zone out to
it.
sidenote: i dig the fact that he holds his accent while singing. i
never (and still don't) understood foreign-accented speakers with
american singing voices. so what if you have a nice voice, you still
perpetratin...and know you wrong for it.

ok, the bed AND the rain are singing my name...-_-

i'm ready...sobriety.

musically speaking: Rhymefest, Lupe Fiasco, Mr Hudson, and Clipse are
all spinnin like fat chicks (heavy rotation...keep up).

other shit: no more weed til i take a drug test at job corps (did i
mention i'm joining job corps? i'm joining job corps.), hopefully i
pass. the people that say ganja is addictive are completely full of
shit. put it like this: weed to me is like cake to the morbidly obese
fat-asses. yea, i enjoy the fuck out of it, but i don't need it. you
don't get that crackhead/nicotine/meth-like physical addiction...which
is dope. i remember reading about people getting "addicted" and having
to go to rehab...straight reefer madness coupled with total lack of
willpower. i feel bad for those people and the ones that buy into
their bullshit.

physically speaking: i picked some weight back up, and i'd very much
like to put it back down. also, my hair is itching like i rubbed it
under pamela anderson's snatch...sorry bout the imagery, but it's like
that.

$.

lately i've been seeing dollar signs on everything, and i'm sick of
it. i hate money, needing it, and wanting it. i'm seeing the lack of
it taking its toll on my mother, grandmother, and various other family
members and friends. nothing much else to say, really. just had to
vent that.

amnesia.

right now: mr hudson x the-dream x bone thugs-n-harmony x a full bowl
= my morning. that thing where my nightly dreams are replaced with
memories is happening again, and i'm sick of the cold sweats i'm
waking up in. i'm not sure why this resurgence is
occurring...hm...yea, no clue. i think that's a lie, i just don't want
to admit that the alleged cause is the actual cause.

*smoke break"

backness. uh...bumpin mr hudson...white lies!!!...n shit...tryna think
of how best to take advantage of this chilly winter day. no idea
yet. floaterrrrr...wade in the water...same flow that brought
her...carried her away...the sky was grey that day...floaterrrrr...