Pit Stop

Sunday evening, theme song: I'm tired (the Madeline Kahn rendition)

I'm being lazy.
I had a long day so I think I earned the right to be lazy but still, DJ Center at Movida is calling my name...
I
must
go.
I feel the need to shake a l'il something and unwind, that is if Raines and I can stop playing phone tag. I'll pretty much be flying solo tonight, since Mike can't seem to not drop his phone into random bodies of water, but it's all good. I'm not staying out long since I have a load of work to do tomorrow and I have to get together the weekend adventures for mass consumption. I can't wait to finish up Mala Mag so I can start posting my romps through NY there instead of blogger (luv ya blogger but God bless the Mala that has her own).

Jay, you say I never write back but I do you one better, I bloggity blog blog! I'm chillin like a tired, under-squishy'd villan. I'm on the road again, the madness never ends. I'll get at you soon.


I got hit with the BIGGEST bag of bullshit tonight. Fellas, that "it's not you it's me" gambit only works on teenagers and retards. I am neither (crazy and retard are NOT the same ahahahaha, shut up, just shut up, shut up). And hey y'all, if you run into me be kind enough to lend me a towel to wipe the crappola off of my face. Sheesh. As for the rest of the spewed nonsense, I ain't liftin a finger, not one ounce of effort. Nope. Not at all. So let's see who it really is.

- n I'm out, yellin "damn these jeans sho is tight"