glass houses with rain drops, that fall like rocks
Well 2003 is finally up and out, time for something else to worry about. Chet didnt find his chic, coop consoled him. I just kind of sat there, like I always do. I guess being supportive or something. I spent the night with the youth at the white church for new years. It was different, I know i'll be going to the black church next year. (No pun intended, I like them both equally.) Michelle left town for New Years, but we've gotta meet next week about some God stuff. Should be fun. Maybe not.:) 2003 was the year of frustration. It started off weird with my sisters recovery from the accident that killed her. And ended with no real change or significance. My fault I guess. Naw I'm sure about this one. This year is definetly my fault. (Zec 4:10 Comes to mind about this year.) I had a dream last night technically 2 about my granddad and grandmom. They were both neutral, nothing happened in either one. I cleaned up some mess that was at their house in one dream. Dang weird dreams, so confusing. I went to see the last samuri yesterday it was better the second time. I think this time i almost cried. lol Im not really an emotional person in general. Lately I've been feeling them stronger though; anger, hopelessness, loneliness, and even the black man syndrone: which is where you feel like saying the word "nigga" all the time. only because your tring to sound kewl as if to say certain words make you kewl. For example:whats up nigga, what nigga, fo real though nigga, and as always tally ho nigga. (this is a joke by the way and yes im black) anyway later pimps.