i been thinking on how poor i am. it fucking sucks. i dont want to work because i dont make any money. i still havent been promoted yet. they keep putting it off. i wish i was bling bling with the ice that twinkle and glisten. i dont think i stress that much. i think i stress on the stupid stuff, like why i couldnt get laid with that hot chick at the end of the bar. haha i'm just livin' man. L. I. V. I. N. livin'. this girl at work is hot and fun and all this other stuff. we hang out and get drunk but she has a boyfriend, who by the way is never there when we go out and i guess is always fighting with her. so...i think i'll ride it out. but i want her bad adn she has already had the should i cheat on him conversation with me and i told her that it wouldnt be a good idea. but if she did do it just dont do it with me. ho well, i guess i'll just drink myself into a coma.

skatman:
you were probably to drunk.dick.
nala:
so where d oyou work? a girl that looks just like me?hmmm...and by the way, I just love that Bettie Page pic, I just drew an colored a pic exactly like that, it's up on my wall