Aren't you just a catch? What a chore. Well it's all somebody's fault. GET GET GET GET GET OVER IT... So tis been awhile since i made a for real for real "journal" entry. I been workin and nothin really else, i went on a 4 day sleepless coke binge from... 9:30pm on December 31st until like 7:30am on January 4th. It was great, i loved it. Meh, so anyways. My sister FINALLY had her kid, All 10lbs, 9oz of the little butterball. jesus christ. She had to have an emergency C section because the ambilical cord came out first and was choking the lil dude, whom she named Luke (i was hoping for Travis (heh)). I love my patented double ( thingies. I forget the name. So mi madre is in Florida for my Uncle John's funeral, He was a big...cokehead and that was his ultimate demise. HMMZOR. Maybe i should turn off this road before i run into him, NOT HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. So. I don't know, im pretty mellow and keeping to myself these days. All I do is work and sleep. I party on the weekends, but that's about it. I'm lookin for another place to live, I'm LOOKING TOWARDS BACK IN OAKLAND, I HATE DEWKAYNE. damnit. Aheh, fell asleep naked. *shivers* what the fuck was i thinking asking?...whateeever. Was i just looking for a way out? subliminally? Well, who gives a shit, It's inevitable. I need a project bitch. "Daddy what are you doing?..." I'M GOIN TO HELL, Whose comin with me? GET GET GET GET GET OVER IT.