Tuesday, November 3, 2009

WADDUP WORLD!!

"yo botch, you got any piercings?!"
"juzz my ears.."
"you got any tattoos?!"
"yeah man."

ima leave it at that.


this beach life is pimp.

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Monday, November 2, 2009

8 IN THE MORNING..

and pm for you bitches.. so we made it.. so far things have been awesome.. midnight swims in the ocean.. the water is ultra warm like bath water and its fucking hot during the day.. shorts at night cuz its still facking hot!! a red bull, a 2 litre of chocolate milk and a pack of cigarettes for $2.50.. WHAT! dresses for $3!! a pack of cigarettes for 16 cents.. uhhhhhhhhh.. it's basically awesome. massages for under $10. i got stung by a jelly fish when i first got here and it sucked.. it hurt, really bad. it was welted and swollen like a mother fucker.. then i lost my camera.. hahaha. shiiiitttttt!! i was pretty fucking bummed.. then i found it. gay yes i know. for halloween we just strolled through town and gave all the little kids candy and glowsticks.. we had about a hundred glowsticks so soon the whole town was basically lit up.. some kids were so grateful and even gave their shit away.. which was pretty un real to see.. we had a parade following us through the town and honestly, if you could see the gratefulness in some of these kids eyes, you would die. it was the greatest feeling ever. i owe a song list for november but chyea.. ima be late for that. maribeth (i saw ur entry.. so fucking cute!!), bianca, boner, the boys, waddup bitches. miss you.
and im never coming back!! wahhhwahhh!! til tomorrow.
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

SEOUL, KOREA

battery's about to die.. and we're sitting on the airport ground.. it's about 3pm in winnipeg, and it's 4am here.. my last 13 hour flight we didn't see daylight but we were able to cop some dinner and breakfast so that was pimp. i was able to watch the proposal, my sister's keeper, the hangover and finding nemo.. and then my brother showed me the hip hop section where illmatic was available for listen.. so i blasted that shit for like five hours or something and it was pimmmppppp!! that helped me sleep. the girl in front of me kept putting her chair back to the fullest but im alive.. and well. so as the laptop battery dies, ill bid my farewells. no sunshine since i left winnipeg and i kind of really miss sunlight.. WHEN ITS MIDNIGHT, AND ITS SOLAR.. ill be back once i find a charger or some shit.
oh and someone tell me how beer here is like $7 a can.. i had free wine on the plane and yall are tryna charge me $7 for a can of beer?! what isss thiiisss!!
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

I'LL BE GONE WAY PAST NOVEMBER


peace winnipeg.. I'm ghost one love.
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Monday, October 26, 2009

DAMMIT BOTCH, YOU SUCK.

my list of things to do consists of 23746817459435 things. my list of accomplished things, consists of 0 things. my suitcases are empty. my bathroom's a disaster and so is my closet. i have this weird tendency to have my bathroom clean before i leave, otherwise i think about it constantly. same goes for my room. i have downed two red bulls, my pen hasn't hit the paper.. and cleaning my sink didn't exactly feed me ideas for the piece(s) i'm working on.. but yo, at least my sink's clean? i don't count that as a thing done, because my sink is just one part of my still disastrous bathroom. mother fucking cock bitch slut. HELP ME BITCHES. i'm in the progress of pulling an all nighter, and i'm not sure how the writing's gonna go down with a brain that hasn't hibernated in four days, but i'm fucking positive the outcome will be comical. times like these i wish maribeth lived next door. i'd make her come over and make me a timetable/chart to complete by certain times. that shit would be all color-coordinated.. probably laminated and shit. & that's totally what i need right now. i'm excited to get the fuck outta this biatch, and nervous too. yo scarborough, ten hours left. i see you baby. i'll be back with another entry to avoid the list of things to do.. til then, red bull you are my bitch.

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Friday, October 23, 2009

ROCK OUT WITH YOUR COCK OUT

FINALLY, IT'S FUCKING FRIDAY!
good-bye botcho rage weekend all weekend.

let's drop kick this weekend in the fucking face!! pour redbull and vodka down the bitch's throat, light a belmont, pause, take a picture, yagerbombs, five beers then bust a nut on her fucking face, slap the bitch, then call her a dirty slut! HOW YOU LIKE THAT WEEKEND ?! you like it rough?!! ya trick ya.

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Thursday, October 22, 2009

MY NAME IS BOTCHO..

AND I DUG A HOLE.

i dug this hole a long time ago. i think i was.. fifteen. i haven't stopped digging. i'm still here, looking for the treasure box.. but the treasure box is on the other side of the island. so what do you do?

you bring your readers a story.

i like to tell myself i know exactly what i want. i like to tell myself that i know who i am. i hold on to hip hop and sneakers with my fist tight, thinking "this is you. this is what you love." & other days i'm like, is this really what i love?! or do i just love it to love something.
the big dream is to become a writer. that's it, no back up plan.. but wait a second, is that what i really want?!
the goal is simple, career. have kids. introduce said children to nas. have the sickest nike loving hip hop heads on the block.. but how do i get there?!
same shit, every day. routine this, routine that. your room's a mess botch, clean it. work time still, do it. which shoes do i wear, throw em on. launudry, and fold it. music time, press play.
then you sit and wonder.. when is it time to change the track, cause i've been listening to the same song on loop and now that i know all the lyrics, i'm scared to throw a new cd in. once that new cd goes in, will i forget the lyrics to the other?!
i'm not good at doing things on my own. i don't need "push" but i crave it. the hands on my back shoving me forward are the only things that keep me stepping. otherwise i'd be in the same spot, forever.
i never really like change, unless it's bold. a simple swing of changing schools isn't enough for me, i like to change cities. i think bold change hits me harder.
i'm 21 years old, but it's been five years of being 17.. i feel like i need to grow up but i can't feel the hands on my back so i stand.. completely still.
&i'm not mad at that, nor am i complaining. i've trained my mind to enjoy what i have, and where i'm at, cause i'm not the only one digging a hole. in fact, some people are way deeper, and they don't have hands pushing their back.. they're not even sure if there's anything in that hole, but they keep digging for that hope of faith that what they want will.. pop up. i'm not like that. sometimes i think that okay, things will just happen. some days i think, nah you gotta work hard for it.. and it's an endless tug-of-war between the two.. i'm in the process of training my mind to do both, because no matter how i get to where i want to be, once i reach that point, i can expect satisfaction.
i'm happy. completely. everything is solid. i just feel it's time to step out of the hole and start digging another.. and yo, if this is the wrong spot again, i'm completely cool with that. trial and error are the only things that bring you surprise.. and i need surprise.
i'm really looking forward to tuesday, because my bags will be packed and i'll be starting something completely new, and completely different. i'm not expecting to hop off an airplane and have all new adventures make me who i am.. but i am expecting to find out a little more about what i'm about.. new adventures, new stories, new life.. and i couldn't be any more ready. it's time to breathe botch, grab a shovel.

esco, let's go.

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