even christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars...
i'm awesome. life's great. it's saturday. i have money (for once, and franky, that means i have money for you). and i'm saving up my money (for once). getting some ink done in a coupla weeks once i save up some more. also saving up for a weeklong getaway in august to florida with my homeboys. then for a trip to the mecca, the holyland... amsterdam. should be good times. next few weeks i'm doing "spring cleaning" (even though it's summer) throughout my entire house because it's like the house from "malcolm in the middle" and no one else who lives here fucking cares but me. you think my mom and dad would be like "we live in a goddamn hell hole, lets get this place cleaned up." but instead they just get more shit, new and secondhand, and just toss it on top of the old crap and trash we already have. anyways, my pool should be open in a couple of weeks and then i'll be the happiest mo frigger you don't know. so hit me up. come over my house. drink some beers with me. we'll chizill nigga. and a good time will be had by all. indeed.
over and out.
over and out.