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Wha wha wha. Who's listening to Method Man right now? Me!...nigga...haha.

Fuck. NAPTIME!

EDIT:
I think I'm going to try to stop cussing. It's a bad habit. It's pretty badass, but I don't wanna keep covering my mouth everytime I speak or watch for every word I say when I'm around my little cousins. This one ain't hard...but hey, I'm just saying.

It's so damn hot here. Geez.

So I was myspacing because I am so incredibly bored at home, and I clicked around and managed to find a few people from my elementary school. Did I add them, no. Because I don't really add people anymore. So anyways. It's crazy because of three, two are married, one has a kid, and one is living with her boyfriend. Two used to be my best friends. Hah, so it's crazy, ya know. The whole...life "thing." Who would have thought when we were seven years old wearing polka dots and black and white stripes that we'd have turned out the way we are, and also so apart? Damn when I was seven I thought I would accelerate academically I'd be on my way to Med School by now. Hah. So far...my life ain't nothin like that. In fact, as of this moment, I'm craving a drink and I'm so far behind in school, I can just pretend I just graduated high school. Might as well. Borderline alcoholic, borderline depressive, borderline everything. But I feel like my life's goal is to become that person I once pictured myself, or the person I always wanted to be. To get back to my roots. To set a foundation. To be important. My damn life goal? Live right. But with all the shit in my head...

Sometimes it's too hard to take those steps to become that person. But you always know what's right...always. We all just get stuck in the daily grind. Day in, day out. Down, Out. Up and up. Maybe one day we'll break out of these cycles so we can see the changes. Maybe one day we'll give up our pride and give in to the fact that we're so human, it's crippling. Maybe.

Yesterday I picked up my guitar and the words didn't come out the same, in fact, I always just make up the words as I play. So my song always changes. But I couldn't really put the same words in ya know? The summer song...it's all done. I never wrote it. hah. And every word I once sang...it all just doesn't come out anymore.

What else? My days have been so funny, but I was so fricken tired, I couldn't articulate. Hah. As it comes...

see ya see ya see ya.