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the real ebony & ivory haha

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SONGOFTHEMOMENT; t pain - i'm sprung

OLA PUTAS! just touched down a couple hours ago, and i'm already fucking w/ my computer. that's called devoution, or nerdiness @ it's finest.

throughout the whole trip i had "i'm sprung" stuck in my head. actually i had it in my head inbetween marv's marathon of chris brown SLASH trey songz. so this song has been on repeat since i got home to get it out of my system haha. man t-pain is the shit :) well except for his looks.

BRB for mexico blogs

i've been workin all day, now i'm gone so cya

SONGOFTHEMOMENT; sleepy brown ft. big boi & pharrell - margaritas

i'm sitting on my floor w/ an abundant of shit all around me, trying to figure out what is critical to pack? stunnas, check. underwear, check. comic books, check. AND i'm set :)

i noticed yesterday that i'm lacking shorts for this trip. so i went on a quest today w/ my sis to find me a couple pairs of shorts. A REASONABLE theory would be that all the shorts would be on sale, with wanting to get rid of them for their winter stock. i was wrong :(

so i'm stuck w/ the dilemma of going back to what i did in high school. scrunching the legs of my pants up, and hold that shit up w/ rubberbands (gheettoo).

so today @ work, before i left i noticed all my co-workers writing on this big piece of paper. i was like AAAWWW, it's goin to be a "have a safe trip" kinda card. yet again, i was wrong :(


click on it for the full size. heads up, my nickname @ work is "porno lance"

take a mEMO

SONGOFTHEMOMENT; the sound of my dad playing filipino christmas music

what's good? ME! what's hood? the extra piece of cloth that covers my head on sweaters.
lately i felt that i really only "need"ed to blog when some sort of event has just taken place, or in 7 day intervals. buut, you know, this is my shit - i created it, i can say whatever the fuck i want :)

i leave in under a week to mexico, weee! that'll be hella gnarly. i don't know really what to pack? or even to expect from mexico. all i got so far is a fresh pack of hanes boxer briefs & a healthy liver waiting to be raped by tequila.

hmm weak, i'm listenin to my playlist on shuffle & jt came on. usually he makes me wanna dance my heart out n shit ahha, but man his sad songs are SAD. like i'm not emo, but foooor real it's like he's singing about me, not to me cause that be h-omo (but hey it's jt, i wouldn't say no if he did want to sing to me. maybe he's lady-lingering powers would transfer onto me).

so over the past year i went through a phase where i thought i was a rapper. my rhymes were really weak - from "bitches" to money (which i was lacking both). but then a couple months ago, i started getting into poetry (but then i went from a "poser" to a "emo"). so i don't know what i'm really shooting for. i have no intentions on being the next lupe, but i think it's kinda fun playin w/ words & shit. sooo i decided to unlock the chasity belt to my "words", and here and there i'll post some of it? cool? cool :)