What It Ain't

i saw the boomin granny last night. a few paces away from me and i couldn't speak. lungs closing up, couldn't breathe. gripped the Nanny by the shoulders and hauled him along in the other direction. i don't do well in the presence of greatness. and yes, he's got "dagu". must be a local hiphop thing. hurhur. Russell Simmons is coming to town to talk at that Global Branding Forum thing. that is just funny. i mean, really, Def Jam Records? global brand? why couldn't we get Donatella Versace?

promises... they break before they're made. i'm like a connoisseur of that or something. in one week, i made so many get upset with me. because i don't turn up for things and i don't bother to call. i did not ditch y'all for other people, just by the way. i was at home, hiding in my room. miss the Bestfriend greatly. i'm sick of people i'm suppose to know, sick of those i got to know by accident, sick sick sick. i want to see the one person i haven't seen in a year. my pillar of sanity. hurhur. if you want everything you want, there's always something you got to give up.