rollie n nose, to be continue
Who knew Tif was about to come back into my life? Like, whoa. I mean, I knew it was about to happen for a minute now but I had no inkling just exactly when. It was overdue though. We both totally missed each other. We did spend a lot of time together (sometimes a lil' too much) but nevertheless we are sort of kindred spirits.
We discussed the cross-country trip but I was like, bitch, you are not a definite invite cuz you wanna do things your way and I wanna do them mine. Hello, I cannot play pimp 24-7...And this trip means a lot to me. So no unreliable peeps whatsoever. I mean business.
And we talked about you know who...how Tif used to get all hopped up on whatever and then stare at the mole on his face and be tripped out cuz she though it was getting bigger! I was like ohmygod you are actually as crazy as I am. But yah, the mole is hideous, no doubt. I don't know how I feel about Mardi Gras. But I do like the Valentine's weekend double-date notion. Plus, we won't wanna go anywhere because it will be mad cold out so we can just get our supplies and spend the weekend in, with the fire and nice food and nice drinks and nice whatever else. I know Ra misses that whiskey!!!!! I must be butcher cuz I drink it now too. (!)
Speaking of Ceez, I hope his cell is not cashed again. He's always making us worry about what the fuck happened to him. Especially with Eugene and stuff like that. Those thugs live on the edge. Hell, they are the edge.
I miss Tifanie!!!!! All I gotta say is fuck everybody who hasn't returned a phone call from me recently. I am done with you. DONE. Jesusfuck. I do not whore myself out. Well, at least not that cheaply. Tif actually needs me though and it's scary but I need her too. Watch us be wild and wind up in the hospital or arrested or something. Oops.
She's all, wow we are so ghetto. And I guess we actually are for some lil' white kids.
We discussed the cross-country trip but I was like, bitch, you are not a definite invite cuz you wanna do things your way and I wanna do them mine. Hello, I cannot play pimp 24-7...And this trip means a lot to me. So no unreliable peeps whatsoever. I mean business.
And we talked about you know who...how Tif used to get all hopped up on whatever and then stare at the mole on his face and be tripped out cuz she though it was getting bigger! I was like ohmygod you are actually as crazy as I am. But yah, the mole is hideous, no doubt. I don't know how I feel about Mardi Gras. But I do like the Valentine's weekend double-date notion. Plus, we won't wanna go anywhere because it will be mad cold out so we can just get our supplies and spend the weekend in, with the fire and nice food and nice drinks and nice whatever else. I know Ra misses that whiskey!!!!! I must be butcher cuz I drink it now too. (!)
Speaking of Ceez, I hope his cell is not cashed again. He's always making us worry about what the fuck happened to him. Especially with Eugene and stuff like that. Those thugs live on the edge. Hell, they are the edge.
I miss Tifanie!!!!! All I gotta say is fuck everybody who hasn't returned a phone call from me recently. I am done with you. DONE. Jesusfuck. I do not whore myself out. Well, at least not that cheaply. Tif actually needs me though and it's scary but I need her too. Watch us be wild and wind up in the hospital or arrested or something. Oops.
She's all, wow we are so ghetto. And I guess we actually are for some lil' white kids.