YALL CATS KNOW WE ONLY PLAY TO WIN..

STEP INTO ME, YOU BETTER HAVE MONEY, SO WHAT YOU WANT HUH? A DIME OR A TWENTY?..

TRIBUTE WEEK: DAY 5
HER NAME IS BIANCA LUGTU.. and hifi is our spot. cranberry +goose? redbull +vodka? we're game. cigarettes outside even though it's -40C? holla we there. session? sure.. why not. this girl is one of the only who is down to get head bust with me no matter what day of the week it is. wal-mart at 3am? binge drinking til we puke? galavanting down dundas while we're shitfaced? holla. we've done it all. i met bianca in high school but we didn't really click until this year. we've had our share of fall outs.. in high school.. and in toronto (my bad). &although my mind wasn't always right, and i'm a prick, we've worked past our tribulations to become two people who just wanna get drunk and chill. i've been working on g for a minute, soon she will be a certified hip hop head:) TELL ME HOW BIANCA ROCKED BELLS! she's taught me to be paitient and enjoy what comes my way, and she's always there to partake in the craziness. &if bitches get mouthy with me, she is certainly down to fuck you up. when youngins are on my jock, i'm yelling at them to apologize, and bianca is grippin her beer ready to bottle you.. whoa easy gangster, the girl already said sorry. bianca in the past few months has easily become one of my best friends, and bitch i am sorry for all the times i was a rude, arrogant asshole to you, it's just hard for me to like girls. you're down though. you're down. toronto diet commences soon nigga, soon. i love you kid.
feelin: what am i gonna dooooo toniiighhhttttt
listen: elzhi - save ya

EXPLODE MY THOUGHTS WERE DRUNKEN FROM QUARTS OF BEERS..

LIVIN CARE-FREE, LAUGHIN, GOT JOKES ON THE DAILY. YALL ACTIN' LIKE SOME OLD FOLKS, YALL DONT HEAR ME.. YO WE'RE ON OUR 2ND CHILDHOOD..

TRIBUTE WEEK: DAY 4
HIS NAME IS TJ SGHAUUBGJJDSDFHA! .. and when i'm not begging him to buy me flowers, or tell me jokes, or pass me something.. i'm listing off my top ten stories while he lists off his. my stories are always better though.. cuz they have an ending:) he's the one of the sickest fighters i know, and he juzz doesnt give a fuck. i can't put that into perspective. he's basically living the life of a rapper, without rapping.. BUT HE DOES HAVE SOME SICK LINES. our music tastes completely clash and he makes fun of nas daily.. BUT REGARDLESS, i love tj.. you try and find me a boy who'd go to the shiny toy guns concert.. impossible.. but teej, he's always down. he'll never lie to you, he's hilarious as fuck, and god dammit he's one good looking kid.. even if he sleeps in all my pictures. he's really truly a man's man. he's the biggest boy in life. you can tell when he spits. he's livin life the way he wants to, and it's a nice escape when my life gets a little typical. if i'm bored i can call him and we can talk for literally HOURS, without any silences. he's the bomb diggidy! tj, you are one sexy mother fucker, i love you!feelin: sore
listen: little brother - watch me

I'M EVERYWHERE YOU NEVER BEEN & GREATER THAN I EVER BEEN..

HEY YOU, GET OFF OUR CLOUD, YOU DONT KNOW US & YOU DONT KNOW OUR STYLE, WHO BE GETTIN FLAM WHEN IT COME TO A JAM..

TRIBUTE WEEK: DAY 3
HIS NAME IS RICHARD TUAZON.. or gitchard, you decide. music wise, he's the closest to my exact match. minus the lil boosie (yeah whatever richard). every single show he's been to, he went with me, because musically, we're on point. ROCK THE BELLS, ALWAYS. he drives me everywhere and has risked my life billions. but, he also lets me use his jacket when i go for cigarettes, despite how much he hates the smell. he gives me piggy back rides, and he's rarely ever a fail in the fashion department.. rarely. he likes to think he's a beer drinker, but well.. no i won't say anything. "RICHARD IM HUNGRY!" & here he comes with food! how lovely. we've had some sick biting wars, and some even sicker hip hop sessions. he doesn't get mad when i honk the horn, turn the signals on, and the wipers all at the same time with cops right next to us. he tells it like it is, and i tell him like it is. if i think something he does sucks, he knows.. he got me the sickest birthday present this year, and for that richard is the man. our friendship can be summed up into two words, wu-tang.. cuz wu-tang's forever.
listen: blu& exile - first things first

WOW.

I HAVE A PHONE AGAIN. TEXT ME, CALL ME! cuz i don't have any numbers in this phone. wiiicked. YA TRICK YA!

hello love.

in other news, $1200 taxes + $300 cell phone bill + $65 visa + $200 to replace all my shit = one broke botcho. fuck yeah.. see me never.
feelin: happy
listen: del the funky homosapien - catch a bad one

YEAH YOU GET PROPS OVER THERE..

LOVE THE HYPOCRITES, HATIN UNTIL YOU MAKE IT, WACK SWAGGA JACKERS BUT OUR STEEZ AINT FOR THE TAKING.. WE'RE COOLER THAN THAT GUY.

TRIBUTE WEEK: DAY 2
HIS NAME IS JAMES OLAIS. i picked james to be second cuz he called me today. i like james cuz i can feed him my secrets without worrying if he'll tell the world. at first i thought james was gonna be a stuck up little bitch, but he turned out to be the nicest guy ever!! he's a terrific cook (make me some chicken bitch!), he's polite, & if i ever needed a cigarette, he'd spot one. he can make me laugh without effort and if ever i'm bored, i can call him to laugh. if i ever thought something i did was weird, it didn't matter doing such infront of james.. he'll laugh at you and call you stupid, but he'll do the exact same thing right after you. if ever i was stuck in the middle of nowhere, i would call james. if i need something and ask him, he'd help. when i was living by myself, he lent me his vacuum. i still have it btw lol. our music tastes are 50/50, but he never criticizes what i listen to. he makes an effort to not fall off the face of my earth, and although i've never said so, i appreciate that like crazy. he's fucking rowdy, but it's funny. he sticks up for his friends, and is basically ride or die. DEAR JAMES, CONGRATULATIONS..!!

feelin: collected
listen: epmd - blow

WITH ALL THAT RAH RAH RAH, YOU'RE PLAYIN YASELF..

EVERYBODY'S PSYCHO OR SOME TYPE OF GOOD FELLOW, BUT ME I KEEP IT REAL, THAT'S ALL SWINE LIKE JELLO.

TRIBUTE WEEK: DAY 1
HER NAME IS BONIBELLE. in school we were inseparable. we would leave dental technology (cause who wants to carve a block of wax into a molar?!) to go roam hallways. chill in the stairwell, have a cigarette, raid the vending machine and have teachers say "hello ladies" instead of "get back to class". we pretty much ran shit. now, we see each other randomly, we make fun of people (marti, honestly 80% of are jokes are about marti lol), we converse about sexy boys, illiterate people, ugly people, fat people, peg city's drama, and we laugh til it hurts. if we don't talk for a year, we can call each other and the conversation will go like we talked yesterday without anything being awkward. & although we haven't had a beer together (YET), our conversations always seem drunk. she's the only person who's as random as me.. and as rude. although she doesn't look like it, she swears like a sailor.. but it suits her. in all honesty, bonibelle knows the most about my life right now. i tell her everything.. she's very criticizing. telling me which dudes i should drop cuz they're psychos.. and i trust her opinion.. most times. she protected me when i was really head bust one day, well she laughed at me, but it felt like protection. she always sends me texts during school and they get me through the day. her moms & pops are two of the illest. she's fucking smart as hell, and she'll never lie to me. she feeds my heart with "you're fat, you're a slut, fuck you botcho". in short, she is down.. and i love her like crazy. my american eagle, mac, cupcake, starbucks loving, i got you kid. til the end of time.
feelin: good
listen: jeru the damaja - ya playin' yaself