So...im gonna be on leave for a bit. which means my access to the net is gonna be curtailed. no biggie tho. its only for a week. burday in a coupla days so interestin times should be ahead. till then get yuh freak on cuz u kno i will. i'm out.

Totally wasted!

wat r u starin at? i kno its been a while. anyways...got wasted tursday nite/friday morning. as u can see, today is saturday...that's how bad it was. the nite started out quietly. went to my favourite place away from home. jerries. yeh yeh. laid the foundation for some heavy drinkin. bbq, burgers and stout. from there i ended up at a rock party with a bredren. wat u mean wat i doin in a rock party? they got licka dont they? so like im sayin...we head in, head to de bar for some beers. i overheard two indian fellas talkin. indi #1: "yo nigga look a beer." indi #2: "nigga i already get." hmmm...im starin at these fellas...not offended becuz they use it in our presence (btw, im black if u were too slo to figure that out) but becuz that they actually thought they were bein cool/hip/da shizzle/up to the time wateva da fuck they say these days. anyways...i digress...so we got our beers, checked out the assorted freaks of the female strain and generally tried to blend in. roite. wen the first idiot started sprayin beer i nearly went nigga on him. but then i remembered it was a rock party. anything goes. so i let dat slide. the second time was too much. i got the fuck outta there. ended up at de plaisance linetop passa passa. it really aint passa passa. basically ur regular street jam. anyways bout 3.00am we lef an touch jerries. hooked up wit som bredren an we start beatin de banks beers. de beers done. switch to heineken. then dat done. switch to guinness, then dat done too. now this is where it gets hazy. accordin to reports i was seen kneelin in jerries beggin one of the girls to source mo beers from another location. i hav no recollection of that. so we lef de place to find somewhere else but at 7.30 a.m the nite spots were obviously closed (learnt the time later) anyways...we ended up at a fastfood place. Once again, i hav to rely on second hand info to relate what happened. apparently there was some fella in the place tryin to down his breakfast. an xray technician or somn like dat. accordin to reports i sat at the fella's table an we had a 'lively' discussion. again, no recollection. couldnt even mek it to work. actually i did, but a bredren had to help me do some stuff. okay, all da stuff. woke up a coupla hours later at my desk wit a helluva headache vowing never to do that again. i had learnt a valuable lesson. neva mix ur drinks.

p.s. i was back out lasnite swillin beers and ogling women.

Ah yes...it's been a while

Haven't done anything fun in a while. in case u see my writing deteriorate into gibberish know that it is as a result of the the eight guinesses i drank this mornin and not an early case of alzheimer's (tink i spelt dat correctly). its 4.30 in the a.m. a good time to be up. before bird's wife finish gettin her freak on. anyways...i tink i fell in luv today...i mean yesterday...for about an hour. was at dis indian arrival thingee. two sisters. first i saw the younger one an thought she was the shit. but she wasnt payin me no mind. then her sista smiled at me. i thought i was the shiznit! and i wasn't even high! anways...i was too shy to approach them. lol. in other words, i remembered i had a girlfren who i wasnt ready to give up for anyting(this piece is just in case she ever reads this...shhh) but fe real! these ladies were fiiiiine!!! enuff o dat. had them guinness jus now. then it struck me i was gonna be 28 in a coupla weeks. shit! where da fuck did the time go? i coulda sworn i was at least one year younger. seriously! i did the whole countin on fingaz ting an it was correct. 28! shit! got me all fuckin morose. thats how come i drank eight guinness. my limit is usually three. 28 an all i got to show for it is a potbelly and a receding hairline. fuck it. we live, we die. anything in between is bonus. from now on im gonna be a buddhist. the enlightened one, siddhartha gautama himself (buddha for u'se ig'nant ones) said that desire is the root of all man's suffering. so i'm gonna eliminate desire. fuck wantin to be rich...to hell with wantin olive gopaul. i'm gonna content myself with a few guinness a weekend, Sir Cum-a-lot and the seven beauties an a pay day at de end of de month. 'tis enuff. fuck it. i'm out.