i had to stop half-way through last night's post so i could... watch homeboy do handstands... le sigh.





okay, so the neighborhood all-stars played at the texas 8ball.

two white guys.

one black dude.

whitie number one looked like he would be the "bad boy" of a boy band... green hat on backwards ((like most rebels)) and a sport coat over a striped pearl button-up shirt... nice. also, he can't rap and also dances like he's in a boy band... like the shitty choreography moves... but no one is doing it with him. haha



whitie number two looks like ad-rock from the beastie boys and raps worse. braids and sunglasses and all. i almost added that he was wearing adidas, but run dmc is not the beastie boys. he also likes to do the same bouncing motion that whitie number one does. silly.

black dude is waay too chill to be rapping with these two white guys and was most often found giving the white guys' the "what the fuck are you doing" look.



also, the message behind all of their songs was "stop hating on me". stop hating on my girl. don't hate my ride. that's my shoes, don't hate! legit.

a half hour after having sex, my room temperature drops approximately fifty degrees. huh.



but jxnumbereightyfive came back to denton and pulled his usual, so why didn't we ever hook up? ((because you don't put out! you can't hook up if you don't put out! and on with my frustrations)) then later he sends me messages that he misses me.

((i miss him too))

post t8b, i grabbed a mocha so i could drink while i blogged last night. i actually drank it while i watched homeboy do handstands... great.



((i'd hit it))

while i was at jupiter, there was a girl there with hair like vx, and glasses like vx, and the same laptop as vx, and after a few drinks kind of looks like vx... awkward. i hugged her, THEN realized it wasn't vx. wow.