Longer than I expected...

Listening to Pretty Brown Eyes by Mint Condition. ... I like pork friend rice. ... Don't ever diss me for a bitch. ... Stale tequila is fucking nasty. Trust me on this. ... My computer caught a virus. We blew that shit up, kid. ... I've skated up and down California, a major city in the Midwest, Baltimore, DC, Richmond and Boston. ... This fight this weekend should be good. ... Mosley must be on something still cuz his washed up ass beat the fuck out of Margarito. ... Since I've left Cali, my clothes smell a lot less like weed, but a lot more like squares. ... Juice hates everyone like I do. ... How many of the people tuned into the news on inaguration day are still watching cable news? Probably very few. ... I watched old Bo Jackson highlights on MLB last night. Beast. ... Girls, guys you meet out don't really want to be your friends. ... Google "Drunken Negro Cookies." How has this baker not been shot? ... The Smash shirts are off the meter. ... No celebutant has shown her kitten lately. Maybe Los Angeles is running low on coke and heroin. ... Are you not entertained? Then fuck you. ... I drink a lot of pineapple juice. ... And water. ... Fuck! I'm sick and tired of Kanye West! Is he fucking serious? He wants to be trendy but he's a clown. The cat makes one good album, falls off the edge and thinks he's the source for musical resurrection and fashion disobedience. This motherfucker is being laughed at by the people in charge, and because white people will still buy his music, it's OK. If this is what the world is going to be like during the next 40 years, pour me a glass of bleach and bury me with all my stuff. ... I wanna be famous for no reason but I don't have enough greenbacks. ... The Roots are the house band for Jimmy Fallon. Not sure what to think about this. ... I ain't trying to ride no canoe. ... Or wear Crocs. ... Your first impression might be that I'm an asshole. ... I wish I cut hair, but not for a living. Just as something I knew how to do. ... What is your heart filled with? ... There's no good Chinese food here. ... I'm American. I'm not from Mexico. My grandparents are. So stop assuming certain shit before you get socked in the chin. ... Variety is the spice of pubic hair. ... 4713 E. Illinois and its surrounding area molded me. ... Pancakes taste delicious. ... White people aren't the only ones holding people back. It's mostly stupid and ignorant people. ... Prison doesn't rehabilitate anyone. Neither does rehab, actually. Neither place teaches people how to live in their environments and navigate the urges that landed them in those places in the first fucking instance. ... Stop asking to use my phone to check your MySpace and Facebook. The answer is NO. ... My mom almost made me cry about a week ago. She talked about how she pushed me so I wouldn't be someone who made excuses for my shortcomings, and so that she wouldn't have to worry about my well-being. And she said she never has worried about that for more than a decade. She said she knows we're not as close as she'd like, but as long as I continue to set an example for my younger siblings and develop into the man she wants, she can live with that because she knows her job was done well enough. ... My style is somewhere between not looking like a fucking bum and not looking like a mo. ... Bob Marley thought music could change the world. It still can, but the right people aren't making it. Instead, we have Soulja Boy, Kate Perry, T-Pain and everyone else. ... I might stroll the mall because I'm bored and this blog isn't doing it for me right now. ... Drinks should be on the house more often. ... Someone I know got a toy for her birthday. ... My fall from grace will be ugly. ... Someone just asked me what if people I don't know read my blog. That's 50 percent of the point, I think. Or also for people who only know me a little to get a better glimpse. ... I coulda been a father. ... I coulda been a hustler. ... I coulda been cleaning pools or smoking weed every day. ... I coulda been painting houses or cutting your grass. ... Instead I write blogs when I'm bored, yo. ... NO HERBS ALLOWED. ... I need a taco. ... I'll never ask for your trust. ... You can't be afraid to open your mind or believe that people can change or that there's more to life than what you know about it. ... Let people more experienced than you etch their knowledge on your mind. ... I don't like any of my jeans anymore. ... Too many rookies act like veterans. ... Please, read more. And I'm not talking about reading "Twilight." ... Poetry is cliche right about now. ... I have a cut on my finger. ... I've been accused of flirting by smiling. ... Blow me in my birthday suit. ... Just because something isn't on the radio doesn't mean it's not good or you can't shake your ass to it. ... Three glasses of Patron didn't get me buzzed last weekend. ... I'm a child of common sense and a product of practice. ... If you smiled at one of these sentences or thought about your own life while reading this, mission accomplished. ... House of diddy acting bitches can get ghost. I'm only confident in Chris Hunt and Alex Aranda understanding this. ... Bitches slow you up. ... Too trusting is me. ... Cut off people only when necessary. I've been cut off and have had to cut off of the same person. ... Mexicans here make Puerto Rican rice. What the fuck is that about? Has anyone heard of Spanish rice? Waaaay better. ... You can tell a lot about a person by what's in their MP3 player. ... Differences can be the same. ... My heart is stained and scarred. ... My mind is stronger. ... Pro baseball players all dress the same. ... It doesn't mean as much as you think just because I'm a Scorpio. All horoscopes are so vague, you can switch them all around and they'd still hold some kind of matching truths. ... I don't have kids but I can raise the bar. ... It's been a long time since I've stepped in a strip club. ... Listening to Big by De La. ... Be cool but not cold.