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I didn't eat Thursday. I just got to bed late thursday morning, woke-up late thursday evening, spent the night with a buddy in Orlando, left around noontime. Holy crap, all of the fat fell of my body. I am not meant to diet, that is for sure.
Apparently, while I was gone, folks had a party. The people there supposedly kept mistaking Nolan's little brother for Lackeos, which I'm sure was ridiculous. They were making fun of this dude Shakes for the time I schooled him in freestyle while using notepad on a laptop to compose my rhymes realtime during his turn :-P which also makes me happy. I think I may have been the guest of honor at this party that I was absent from.
So Friday, I got back to Tampa, hit-up the grocery store, got me some meat and some starbucks double shot. Headed back to Jason's apartment, split the sirloin, said bye to all my boys, and it was a pretty reverent goodbye. Headed to the Duplex to pack-up my car, finally hit the road at like 6:45 pm, drank a bunch of espressos. Ran over some shit in the road, but no tires blew out, which is cool, and got here in about six hours, which is pretty decent time. Now I'm back.
I wrote some rhymes that are so outrageous, I can't even put them in typing, because surely some record label will rob them.
Umm... instead, you can check out "A Dream," by Jay-Z. That shit's been stuck in my head for about an hour. Check out "22 Two's," by Jay-Z also. Only if you're a rap fan to begin with, obv.
Apparently, while I was gone, folks had a party. The people there supposedly kept mistaking Nolan's little brother for Lackeos, which I'm sure was ridiculous. They were making fun of this dude Shakes for the time I schooled him in freestyle while using notepad on a laptop to compose my rhymes realtime during his turn :-P which also makes me happy. I think I may have been the guest of honor at this party that I was absent from.
So Friday, I got back to Tampa, hit-up the grocery store, got me some meat and some starbucks double shot. Headed back to Jason's apartment, split the sirloin, said bye to all my boys, and it was a pretty reverent goodbye. Headed to the Duplex to pack-up my car, finally hit the road at like 6:45 pm, drank a bunch of espressos. Ran over some shit in the road, but no tires blew out, which is cool, and got here in about six hours, which is pretty decent time. Now I'm back.
I wrote some rhymes that are so outrageous, I can't even put them in typing, because surely some record label will rob them.
Umm... instead, you can check out "A Dream," by Jay-Z. That shit's been stuck in my head for about an hour. Check out "22 Two's," by Jay-Z also. Only if you're a rap fan to begin with, obv.