what's up yo.
shit.
man.
fuck.

i'm up at sessions.
sessions.
sessions.

jz has his own music store about two blocks from my crib.

i know right.

check his shit out on myspace.com/sessionsmusic.

all of the sudden i'm a goddamn commercial and shit.

i apologize to those loyal readers out there but the computer at the casa is on the shits.
jz's computer up at the shop is kinda fucked up. i don't like the way the keys feel under my fingers. they're too soft and easily punched. i fuck up too much.
i don't like to fuck up.
fuck that.
fuck that and shit.

my dear friend kevmo is getting married this weekend.
congratulations and i hope you enjoy the next 6 years of your life.

it's sleeting outside.

sleeting sucks dick.

there's a thing across the street that says tires and white dove releases.

sometimes i feel like the back of my brain is on fire.

i'm going to try something in my mind right now.

it didn't work.

fuck it.

i'm thirsty.
i wish i had a gatorade.
gatorade quenches your thirst like a motherfucker.

call gatorade.
new slogan.

and then, from over yonder, came a hollerin'...

and as sure as a shotgun, it was gone.

but then again...

what what,

scott