livejournals pretty fuckin weak.
- all of your lives suck and are boring.

i'm at work.
this i the first time i've been on lj in a minute.
please. anyone with any decent posts please send me the cliffnotes.
the computer here is slow, and reads some fonts as
square square cross plusssign airplane.

Falling to Pieces.

soon, starting my executive collectible collection.
and put my girl to work painting the room.

DSL Enabled.

i wish some people would come back
i wish some people were gone.

also, i want to get up in a band or something.

write songs about stuff i know about, and use samples.
as well as talk a lot of shit and fight the world.

tearin friends apart, one fight at a time.

sooooooo, i might go to this years VMA's with an all access pass.
Lil Jon and Chips.
shut miami down and start a fight up in this bitch.

also, meeting new/interesting people

buying good cd's.

i been in the game long enough to say newjack, and get what i need done.

all the songs, poems, and movies
in the world can never truly prepare you for what true love is.

emilio estefan bought me lunch today.
x to the z demanded fried chicken for 15 on his hospitality list.

last friday i met MF Doom and Mos Def.

and now begins the lobster tail lunches, and kobe steak dinners.

attention world.

i met maroon 5 and the donna's today.
-also, turbo v.i.p access to south florida now.

new job is good, and
keeps getting better.

i start crashing around 2 o'clock.

got a phone from work

getting

laptop
desk computer
truck
promotions.

i hope their not full of shit like everyone else i've ever worked for.

treacherous bastards.

the underdogs on top.
i got that job, time to quit and regain every stolen piece of my soul.