I'm kinda like Diddy, with the whole badasss thing, and not being able to hold me down shit too.
This week has been awesome. After the show, there was the after party. After the party there was the hotel lobby... Naw, just kidding.
Sunday: Work. Then to my house with Rudy to watch Hitch. G and Stan crack me up. Did I mention that in the morning I discovered that my phone was phucked up?
Monday: Opened, did some shit, went to Big Boy's with my mom, then went to Spence's to watch White Noise, got freaked out because that shit is ferr real, went home, then to sleep.
Tuesday: Shit around the house, then work. THEN STELLA WHICH WAS SO FRICKIN HILLARIOUS!!
Wednesday: Tanned, did some chizzores, Talked to someone I haven't talked to in 4-eva, Met g-g-g-G-unit and Stan, as well as mom at Bob Evans. Then went Air Forcing and straight up pimpin at Just for fun where I saw DAN WATTS!
This is where it gets good. His eye was all fucked up, so I asked him about it. "Well I was really trashed at this party, and I was talking some mad shit when this guy dove onto me. So I took the cigarette out of my mouth and put it out on the back of his neck. Then the other dudes jumped in and kicked my ass."
Then went and saw "War of the Worlds"
Love to all, and I really do mean it. And as a side note to those people trying to make my life bad or whatever it is, you suck at what you do. Things like this just make me look better. So good job on achieving the opposite of your goal. True Vandercookians at their finest lol.
Corey: p.s. he got fat lol.