Holla back young'n! Ooo ooo!! What's going on, candied apples? I'm back for another lovely Monday, the best day of the week, no doubt? Okay, Monday sucks, but here I am blogging and street talking like its any other day. Right. . .anyway, there's not been much on my mind today, I know its getting pretty disappointing for me to keep posting when I don't have "deep thoughts". I might as well change the name of this blog to something other than deep thoughts. Like, "sometimes deep thoughts, but mostly badly arranged sentences that are meant to appear as deep thoughts". Or we could call this someone's fan site, since all I ever do is talk about her. And she never reads this. How do I know? I'll never send her the URL. Well, I might have on accident actually. Oh well. The point of the matter is this, I started out to have deep intelligent thoughts on my journal for the mass enjoyment of others, but its quickly turned into something other than nonignorance. Dare I say, ignorance? But if that's the case, at least I'm really really happy, since ignorance is definitely bliss. Of course, ignorance is only bliss for a short period of time. How blissful can you be if you don't see that truck? But if you want to break it down into real thoughts here, you don't know about the truck until it hits you, and you're perfectly happy till you know. So really, ignorance is still bliss, but its present bliss, and not future bliss. Whatever which way you want to think of it. Oh well, be real, jelly rolls.

Hey hey chocolate amarretto truffles! How's everybody enjoying the supposed day of rest? No rest for me, I had to go to work this evening, but it was only for an hour, so I guess that's not such a bad deal. Now I'm off with nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs. Twiddle, twiddle, twiddle. . .okay that's boring. Anyway, here's the official picture of Jerm's elbow drop to the ground. I dare say the ground won that match. So what else is new? Not a whole lot, no real thoughts yet, just kinda musing around about how many of my old classmates (high school) that I've ran into in the past week or so. And Priya trying to kill a spider. You should write her and tell her that killing spiders isn't cool. Don't tell her who you are. Actually, I'll not post her email address, that malicious. But killing spiders isn't cool. Spiders are the sole reason why I don't destroy spider webs. Yeah, I know that's about as obvious as they come. So my mindset is racing, and lately I've been floating. Floating on cloud nine you say? No not cloud nine, more like cloud three, but nine's a multiple of three so there's hope yet. Either way, this is gonna be the end of the post. Please feel free to pick up all your baggage, and don't forget to spit your own intelligence. Later candy canes.

Yay E Yay!! What's going on gum drops? Its the inevitably painful Saturday night. Why painful? Played the grand sport of football, and my knees have officially revolted from my body. They're causing me pain as I type. But I came away a lot better than Jerm. He had a knot the size of Mt. Everest on his elbow. And I do mean Mt. Everest. Of course I'm seriously thrilled cause of HER sheer presence. Which is pretty unsettling. I can't believe I'm this happy about one person. I guess its not a cerebral thing, if it were, it'd be a heck of a lot easier to control. I have no problems controlling my thoughts. Well, actually I do, but its not as bad as controlling I guess, a feeling? Anyway, enough jibba jabba. You don't have time for jibba jabba. You need to go out and start saving money. Me and Juice are ready to bring the musical pain with the latest album. Well, we're really not ready, but we're getting ready. Ready to bring the pain. The pain. . .ow. . .the pain!! Well, let me attend to the ice that needs to meet my knees. Shake that load off, butterscotches!!

What's crackalacking rock candy? Man today was a seriously hard day. Lots of work, and lots and lots of heavy lifting. I hate whatever risers are. . .well, basically heavy pieces of wood and metal designed to be a stage of some sort. And by heavy, I mean like lifting tiny countries. My back was killing me after said lifting. Actually I'm so tired, this entry is more like a duty than an actual thought. I'm just keeping it real, you know? There's nothing better than keeping it. Of course, getting through Friday is the better part of my week. And now that I'm through, I'm ready for some football!! That's right campers, we'll be playing another rousing game of flag football for all who wish to get in where they fit in. Same bat time, same bat channel. Till next time laffy taffy.

So what's happening NOW, caramellos? Its yet another beautiful day, a day right before the most beautiful of them all, and that Friday, of course, of course. She don't want to, she don't want to, she don't want to work on Monday. I WANNA THANK MY HOOD! Right. Anyway, here's a little something I just wrote, and you gotta love the synergy, the connectivity cause this poem (or whatever you want to call it) is on Jeremy's site as well. Anyway, here it is, hate it or love it? Let me know.

I repress emotions like little kids who can't swim,
while you express devotions all my christmas lights grow dim.
I don't believe in wicked ways to deceive,
but it still drains my thoughts like a sieve.
Normal I'm far from that,
cause I'm losing my mind like Jared lost his fat.
I'm like a record without a sleeve,
scratched and repeating picking fights with Steve,
like Captain Obvious and Doctor Definitely,
I defend truth until we reach the sum of infinity.
You want to understand me,
then go get an encyclopedia, turn off the mass media,
start at A I'll meet you at Z.
What more can I do or even try to say,
I'll season this thought like hay,
or better yet Ms. Dash,
because I'll sell out like T-Boz only for less cash.
Am I making sense? Is that what you expect?
I never finished elementary cause I'm a reject.
My education level ain't level at all.
I'm like that kid playing DDRMAX at the mall.
My whole life is lights and movement,
And as far as I'm concerned there's no room for improvement.
Now I'm sore and its more than how I feel.
Its just this man with no teeth struggling to keep it real.
Reel to reel wall to wall and up to the ceiling.
Reread what I wrote if you know how I'm feeling.

How many times did you reread it? Its like an infinite for loop, like:
for ( i = 0; i >= 0; ++i) you know what I mean? Yeah I still got a bit of the coder in me, I can't help it, well, yes, yes I can but that's why I'm me right? Anyway, i'm going to bizzle fizzle shizzle, aight jujubes? (translation: I'm going to bounce for sho!! Later) My baby don't mess around, because she loves me so and this I know Fo SHO!! Sorry, still got that stuck in my head.