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| Holla bitches! He's back and in business...
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| Attention all white males in Oconee county... YOU ARE NOT A PIMP!!!
I was recently looking through signature in my yearbook (because I may
have some friends, who knows) and I found 6 instances of the word pimp,
either to describe a person (as in a job title) myself (as a verbal
insult) or describing something (as a badly placed adjective). I'm
sorry to say this, but in order to be called a pimp you have to be
either a. the manager of a brothel or other house of ill repute or b. a
man who wears furs and keeps his 'hos' in line with a simple five
across the eyes. News flash! You are a white and from the south, you
automatically lose credibility (or skreet (sp) cred). If you were to go
to Harlem and call yourself a pimp you would either be shot, or defiled
in every way possible. Now not saying that people from Harlem are bad
people, but I guess you would get infuriated if somebody tried to steal
your stereotype. I know I would be serverely pissed if a black guy went
around and listened to metal and repaired computers (although it would
be a breath of fresh air). The only thing worse is Rednecks (I use the
term loosely since I have all the qualifications of a redneck) who
listen to 50 cent (pronounced 'fitty' cent). Now if you excuse me, I
have a white rapper's reputation to sully.
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| Okay, I'm extremely pissed off because I have people trying to shove
their political idealogy down my throat. Now I believe that a man
should be entitled to his own opinion, but when he invalidates my
opinion by saying "just because" or "Bush is mean" then he should be
burned... and then hanged... nothing gets a point across like a
hanging, burning tree hugger. This bullshit about us going to war has
to stop. Its cool and all if you say the war is bad, but by saying that
its so terrible over in Iraq, you've just proved to me that you have
defied the laws of physics and have spend 2 and a half years over there
fighting terrorist. Now the universe may decide to go apeshit and allow
this to happen, but for simplicity lets just say that todays not fucked
up. You really can't say anything about the shitty conditions in Iraq
unless you have been fighting tooth and nail over there with the
soldiers. And this bullshit about us stealing their oil is utter
bullshit. Now lets say for a second that there was some logic in
Washington (I know its like the twilight zone) now if we were enslaving
women and raping children, I think somebody would tip some of the booty
over back in the states to alleviate the fucking gas prices. But then
again, we could literally be swimming in stolen oil and keeping all to
our fucking selves. Anyway I'm out... biya biya!
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| My car is a piece of shit, I mean literally, it can out of the ass of
some japanese designer who thinks that it really matter that a car that
runs 45 mph max is aerodynamic. I mean seriously, I guess they think
its funny when it shifts down a gear in the middle of acceleration and
I bust my chin on the steering wheel. Its bullshit audiosystem is
practically equivalent of headphone speakers cause they blow out
whenever I put on something good (boo hoo, Dream Theater is too much
for me!) Its the shortest car in existance... I know this because it
got stuck in a rain grate... I'm surprised that I don't get cancer from
the amount of oil this thing leaks... Ironically, this car has the
highest rating of fatalities of any car on the road. Its great to know
that I can go out in a burst of flames and rice....
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| Tonight was great, I got to see Kristen who was upset cause her mom
went crazy on her... well that didn't ruin the night for her
fortunately. Anyway, West Oak nearly got beat by Walhalla but we held
off so thats good. I fucked up one of my speakers on the way home... I
hate bass drums now... Cory and Lauren are bickering again... not like
thats anything new lol... well good night biyatches... this nigga needs
some shuteye...
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