
I think Im going to take a break from my so called best friend. He is very unmotivated, lazy, etc.... He needs to wake up and realize . You can't live comfortably collecting unemployment, You can't expect to borrow money when you don't have income coming in. I have learned to say NO lately and it bothers certain people, because the bank has closed. I don't care if its a dam dollar to get a dutch, I'm not frontin shit, point blank.
I'm taking a break from the little gay boys (I cant help it I like to fuck the lil skinny dudes with the bangn bodys they just too cute) ,but the younger they get the move clingy they are. I just dont see how you can be head over heels about someone, when you have only have known them for 2 weeks belive me I have had my share of youngns and I'm done with that shit. NO MORE BOOKBAG BOYS for me (Book Bag Boys is what me and my boy call the barely legal minors that are still in school, with the fat asses. All the phone calls and text messages are such a fuckn turn off and make me wanna change my dam number. No more virgins for me. I think I'll just stick to beating off everyday.
I'm still upset over the lost of my dog on sunday. I woke up at 430 AM took my dad to the airport. Came home went to sleep at 5. Woke up at around 11am to cut the grass. I knew my dog had probaly gotten into th garage as always. So I lifted up the garage an he shot out into the backyard. I asked him how the hell you keep getting inside the garage. (Sidenote: the dog house/kennel is connected to the garage.) He some how has an opening to get in and out ,still to be determined. I went into the house to get the key to put him back in the kennel. I was gone for maybe all of 2 minutes and I come back outside calling him..Rocky,Rocky,Rocky...He didnt come running , Im like all shit this nigga done got out the backyard again , but how. so my brother comes running outside like you know he got out 2 weeks ago, me an dad dont know how though, So we go looking for him. I walked down the block and saw a crowd of people on the corner. As Im walking up I asked someone did you see a black, grey and white Psyberian Huskie, He was like yeah It just got hit by a car. I ran across the street cursing like crazy, only to find my dog had been hit and was holding on to dear life as I saw him take his last breath ,it hurt my heart. I loved my dog he was only 3 yrs old in human years. The driver kept on going the people said. I cried, My mom was hysterical, We knew oneday he was going to get hit cuz he was a dam escape artist.
I guess my dog saved my life, Me, Shawn, Fuzzy, Omar, etc were suppose to go to Sandy Hook last sunday but it rained, we were running late still trying to get to the beach, hoping it wasn't raining down there when we got there, Due to me being in a bad state of mind I opted to not go and just chill in the house. The rest deceided to go to the movies and we got together at dave & dantes, only to find out a man from a neighboring town had been stuck by lightenig on the very beach we were suppose to got to. I guess things happen in mysterious ways. So thats why I say my dog saved my life. Even though I took a lost with my dog, God is not done with me yet.
As of late I haven't felt like blogging. My interest has kinda went out the window. Hopefully next week I'll feel different. I just had to take a moment to say....
Until Next Time......
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