You aren't asking too much. I won't get pissed at you hating things, I'll prolly laugh. Even if (when) you end up hating me, I'll still laugh when you tell me why (I think confrontations are funny). That might not help your cause though, because I don't think you want to date me....
I'm in Houston, and I hate it here! I don't have MTV, so I couldn't watch Laguna Beach yesterday. It was depressing when I missed the show, and even more depressing that it’s even an issue for me. I sent St. George a text message from a crowded restaurant (where I was dining alone). But he didn't respond. I wonder what he's up to these days...
I was going to write an entry in this thing (because I haven't in a few months) but I decided to comment on yours instead. My plan to get a loyal following of readers fell through right away. At least Eastman reads it...but he may be the only one.
Sup East!!!
I went to this place today called THE SMOOTHIE FACTORY, thinking I could get a delicious smoothie. I got to the door to see a sign that says, "Yes, we have Ephedrine!!!!" (Is that stuff dangerous?) It was definitely a weight lifters hangout (Thank god I'm big now), but the girl working there was Drop dead hot. This was a nice break because Houston is pretty out of shape as a whole. I spit a lil' game at this girl too. Here is how it went down:
Champ-Hi, can I get a strawberry smoothie? Hot chick-What size? Champ-Umm, I don't know...how about medium? Hot chick-Sure (followed by a smile). (Silence while the smoothie was blended). Hot chick-Here you go. Champ-Damn, that is huge. Hot chick-(laughs) Think you can handle it? Champ-If nothin else...I can try.
Good stuff huh? I thought about going back there to see if she wanted to split some mozz sticks/chicken fingers, but this city is confusing...and I have no idea where I was for 50% of the day.
Well, I'll spare you of any more details from my sad, lonely trip to H-Town. I think I'm going to watch TV.
"I'm leanin on the six, switchin, cookin' in my slab, but I could still catch boppas if I drove a cab."
I'm in Houston, and I hate it here! I don't have MTV, so I couldn't watch Laguna Beach yesterday. It was depressing when I missed the show, and even more depressing that it’s even an issue for me. I sent St. George a text message from a crowded restaurant (where I was dining alone). But he didn't respond. I wonder what he's up to these days...
I was going to write an entry in this thing (because I haven't in a few months) but I decided to comment on yours instead. My plan to get a loyal following of readers fell through right away. At least Eastman reads it...but he may be the only one.
Sup East!!!
I went to this place today called THE SMOOTHIE FACTORY, thinking I could get a delicious smoothie. I got to the door to see a sign that says, "Yes, we have Ephedrine!!!!" (Is that stuff dangerous?) It was definitely a weight lifters hangout (Thank god I'm big now), but the girl working there was Drop dead hot. This was a nice break because Houston is pretty out of shape as a whole. I spit a lil' game at this girl too. Here is how it went down:
Champ-Hi, can I get a strawberry smoothie?
Hot chick-What size?
Champ-Umm, I don't know...how about medium?
Hot chick-Sure (followed by a smile).
(Silence while the smoothie was blended).
Hot chick-Here you go.
Champ-Damn, that is huge.
Hot chick-(laughs) Think you can handle it?
Champ-If nothin else...I can try.
Good stuff huh? I thought about going back there to see
if she wanted to split some mozz sticks/chicken fingers, but this city is confusing...and I have no idea where I was for 50% of the day.
Well, I'll spare you of any more details from my sad, lonely trip to H-Town. I think I'm going to watch TV.
"I'm leanin on the six, switchin, cookin' in my slab,
but I could still catch boppas if I drove a cab."
-Paul Wall
(Bop/boppa/bopper=ho)
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