Good morning.
12:33 at night.
My chest is burning and my throat hurts.
No homo.
Back in the city. I went home for a few to go drop off a few things, pick up a few clothes and come back. Nothing is really happening over here. The dudes are playing games while I type this for your entertainment. Oh uhh....I came back to the city because Pop gave us a paper to see about a job on 34th Street tomorrow. I am so fucking bored. I love how I planned out so much shit for tomorrow, too. Here's what I have planned (ro supposed to be doing) tomorrow:
1)Go to this job shit
2)Pick up Fern's kicks
3)Design Jewel's kicks
.....that's it? Only three things?
Yeah, but the time between all of those things add up and I don't really know the schedules of Fern or Jewel. I have no clue where the fuck Fern lives and Jewel lives MAAAAAADDDDDD DEEEEEEEPP in the Bronx. That reminds me that I have to start finding spots out in the Bronx.
Oh no, wait. I'm not even done yet:
4)Draw something for Capcom (yes, the people who gave us Street Fighter)
5)Somehow find Jasmin and get her sketches from her for me to color
6)Make this 2 layered stencil (which I'm not doing until I get home)
Ok. A plan has to be canceled tomorrow because I know I'm not doing to do all. The way my horoscope is sounding right now, this shit is looking pretty close to impossible. Usually, my horoscope will say "nigga, you good! You got mads energeezies!" Now this shit is like "oh nah, my dude. Energy doesn't live here anymore. Bitch named Lazie up the block got her man Procrastination to clap Energy while he was talking to Charisma."
If you have no idea what I'm talking about, then you need to take a trip to the hood.
C'mon.
Pack your bags
Get your bluntvilles
Practice saying "fuck cops"
and put on a mean face that looks like you have to shit until your bra pops.
I think I need some sleep,
NintenDerti
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