i got a lotta beefs lately. minors and majors.but m glad that everything’s all smoof again. after all da bleeps and the profanities,it has gotta stop somehow
just remove your head phones and unshirt me. dat’s gon be my ice pack.
u know, just like in a movie where the couple had heat and the next tym u’ll see,  somebody’s packin their bags already.
but, no, that didnt happened to me. and not anytime soon. cause the next time m gon pack my bags is when m gon move to a place much farther as where am at now.
i’m like a moth and it’s my bright lights.
dont worry ya’ll, i’m still a pasaload away.
but that’s not just my beef. i’ve got so many issues that’s been botherin me
why is there a lotta parents still name their kids michael?
sht. i mean,i dun care how nostalgic those names are. for me they’re just too much.
i hope michael phelps wud be tha last athlete with the name of michael.
or else it wud be the michael that i know from manotoks.
so ugly.

right chinggay?

much more later..

~ by iamwoim on August 24, 2008.