usta be a Reebok vandal, now u rock Chanel sandals
hello werld,
just retailing on my way to work here, thought i'd drop a line.
last Saturday nite, i had a great time, wandering up Main St., starving outta our minds, and settled in on a lovely roast lamb dinner with no other than my former MIB, Mizthang in Black, though she now rocks more pink than Barbie and shit. it was nice to make up for lost time and be like childs again...and making fun of the bling bling videos that we will satirically make reference to one day. can I just put out there, "why are these chicks ridin' Aaliyah's dick so hard?!" don't they have any respect?! Get your own shit!!!! and your own look/singing style. day-em.
so, i get a midnite call last nite, after a 10hr shift, and going to see The Terminal with Seb and his entire family, I wonder if they seriously think we're dating, or if it's just wishful thinking...and Grand Forks is getting marriage! I was invited to be the wedding singer, and you know it's always been a dream of mines..
i listened to Lauryn Hill unplugged this morning, and i am inspired by her ability to come so ill on that raw track, very nice. there's a lot of wisdom in her light...i finally cleaned up my place after moving the shit around, and i gotta say, it's pretty tight.
and procrastinating on sending off my poetry contest entry, it costed me $15 to express post that shit to alberta by tomorrow...oh well, i'll learn for next time.
and i gotta plan this trip to vic hella quick...aaahh!
alright, Prince is in Seattle tonite, all4now.
