welllll.. this is supposed to be my journal (by the way) i'm not very good at keeping a regular 1, but i think i've been doing gr8 so far) so here's my friday: supposed to go shopping, need some new jeans ad undies and possibly boots.. 
---> luv to shop)
i've been going poop almost everytime i get take a piss! whuts' tha deal?!
my booty hurts.
oh! al called me just now and was @ some club and actually invited me to his house! i was like, oh
u'r inviting me to come over; id' love too! he was like, u act like i never invite u to come over. i was like nigga, the last time was maybe a month ago. since then, i been calling u and saying i'm drunk; i'm coming through..
i'm supposed to get up with my girl savannah (which u will hear a lot about) when she gets off work. (she a stripper) and we mite hang out (do some coke) only, i really don't feel like it. (doing tha coke) and i'm a lil afraid she might be ON it.. (or maybe even the h-train) and she tells me how she only wants to drink and that's it, but then 3/4 hours later, she's getting a bag or offering me a line..? i'm like doesn't she have any will-power? i mean, i like to get fucked up; but i have made myself (and continue to make myself) realize no shit like that will ever have control over me. I have control of it. no habits like dat shit.. 
as it is, my mombo is worried that i have a drinkin' prolem.. ? go figure
---> luv to shop)
i've been going poop almost everytime i get take a piss! whuts' tha deal?!
my booty hurts.
oh! al called me just now and was @ some club and actually invited me to his house! i was like, oh
u'r inviting me to come over; id' love too! he was like, u act like i never invite u to come over. i was like nigga, the last time was maybe a month ago. since then, i been calling u and saying i'm drunk; i'm coming through..
i'm supposed to get up with my girl savannah (which u will hear a lot about) when she gets off work. (she a stripper) and we mite hang out (do some coke) only, i really don't feel like it. (doing tha coke) and i'm a lil afraid she might be ON it.. (or maybe even the h-train)
and she tells me how she only wants to drink and that's it, but then 3/4 hours later, she's getting a bag or offering me a line..? i'm like doesn't she have any will-power? i mean, i like to get fucked up; but i have made myself (and continue to make myself) realize no shit like that will ever have control over me. I have control of it. no habits like dat shit..
as it is, my mombo is worried that i have a drinkin' prolem.. ? go figure
and, nothing like a well working, healthy colon.....
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