| Today I dunked.I have truely become a man.
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^Argentinian druggie to accompany Mr. Jordan (Bulls of course you fuckin contemporary know-it-all wanker) in Smith 224B.
Damn I know how to furnish a man's dorm. Sports on wall, cars on desktop, women on bed, Metallica on iTunes. I represent the quadfecta of masculinity. The male Martha Stewart.
^^ that bit says nothing about my masculinity.
neither does the fact that I have a Xanga
On a more serious note: this Maradona represents:
Interest in football (soccer you American shits)
Individuality: In America where American football is the new pastime and football (soccer again you fuckin American prick) is seen as a weak man's game, this jersey represents the refusal to conform to society against my will.
Class: This kind of individuality is respectable. Football is also regarded as a sport of more class than American football.
Kind of alot a shirt can say about a person.
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| Xanga Nostalgia...
...happens when you go a long time without writing all that bullshit nobody cares about. Oh, btw, people care about World Cup/La Squadra De Italia (?)/Ronaldinho/Miami Heat/etc.  They don't about hoe-hunting and other people's philosophical views on life. Which reminds me.
What is it about philosophizing about life that fuckin Greek people made a national sport out of? It's simple! Life. Sucks. Unless:
-You're black, 6'6", and can shoot from halfcourt (and make it in, smart-ass).
-Or you're European/SouthAmerican and Allen Iverson can't steal the ball from your feet with his hands.
-Or you fight Canadians with a stick while you're freezing your ass off and during all that chaos you still find time to 1) not lose teeth and 2) miraculously get a puck into a tiny goal that is completely sealed by some dude wearing enough pads to flap his way to Antarctica in case the ice breaks.
hmmmm... Damn, I look back and I noticed I'm the next Plato. That was completely pointless. Ahhhhh....Xanga Nostalgia...
In other news, nice to see some random hot chicks over here *cough* sure I'll smileforjenny *cough*, evidently replying to my Entry Level Hoe position, coming in with some of the most Casual attitudes I may add. Ladies, we're like Starbucks, we're always hiring. However, although Casual is fine, we would much prefer something more appropriate for our underground business. Along the lines of no bra, no underwear, no clothes, look good, etc. That's all.
By the way, CraigsList blows. Just found out my associate used it to get his hoes and got busted by the po-po. Wait, CraigsList doesn't blow. The po-po blows (hehe rhymes). Those blue dudes (hehe rhymes) are nothing but trouble for me. When have they ever helped me out? I made eye contact with a bunch of black dudes in NYC and they were never there to save my ass. Come on NYPD, that's what I pay my taxes for! To pay you so you can break up fights before they start. That means 1 cop for every non-black dude in a black neighborhood. Give me a break, that's sooo a realistic goal, if you fat cops would just please stop starving the skinny cops out of their energy donuts: I know these are like spinach to Popeye. Except Popeye's the good guy. And a sailorman. And a cartoon. But mostly the good guy. Fuck da police.
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| Fuck. Brasilia lost. O well. VA L'ITALIA.
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