From March 6, 2004

so I’m chillin here in the airport waiting for my chariot to arrive.

It’s gonna be a bitch getting from here to Dallas, Ft. Worth, considering the fact that I’m going to be on the flight for 4 hours and 06 mins. I’m flying AA (…when I usually fly Southwest…and if you read a particular previous passage, you will know why…) and the AA terminal in the Bradley International Airport blows. There is no food court; only a kiosk of popcorn, dildos and soda. Ugh. I’m ready just to be somewhere.

Last night was pretty “chall” (…there’s my shout out to The Biz). It started with me getting out of class after running a whole bunch of errands, smokin’ and dopin’ and completely passing out in the afternoon. I had to wake up though, cus I was meeting with Bookie at Yorkside, where we talked about our fervent passions, deepest desires, and impotent arabs (…I know I know, he’s not arab…). Anywho, dinner went well until she had to ditch for a booty call, after which I went back to my home at Vandy, and played a little poker with C-dog, Adobe and Froggy. We put up a whole lot of fucking money, and by “a whole lot of fucking money,” I really mean “1 dollar.” It came down to me versus Adobe, mano e womano, but I ultimately lost because, hey!, it’s a fucking dollar. Who cares.

Went back to my room, did a little laundry, and did a little packity packin. When I was doing laundry, I had to use two machines. One was about 10 mins ahead of the other, so I put my colors into the dryer, and waited 10 minutes for the whites to finish up washing so I could dry them all together. So I left the room, and when I come back, some dumb bitch took my shit out from the dryer, and moved it on top of a washer. I was hella pissed, but I let her do her shit…

…let’s just say, that bitch got what she deserved for putting me back 20 minutes by taking my dryer (since I had to wait for another one to open up). First, I dumped a little bit of laundry detergent in her dryer…then probably 5 handfuls of dust coagulations I could find on the floor…and then some other person’s dirty clear thong…and a chocolate m&m. MWHAHAHAHAHAH!! Take that, ya bitch! Take that!!!

needless to say, I felt really bad when she was going through her dryer as I was waiting for my stuff to finish up, and she was picking off all the dust and threw away the random thong with her two first fingers. Hehehe.

Random occurrence: while waiting for our laundry, we went to the Branford comp lab and looked up porn, while some girl behind us had these uber-hiccups for an hour…but since she was trying to restrain them, it sounded like she was choking on her tongue. It was the weirdest noise ever! Like a crossbreed between a gulp and a cough and some semen.

It was good to stay in…you always need a chill night here and there, and because I was leaving the next day, I didn’t want to get to wild and drunk and hung over and black out and pass out and not remember who I was with or what I did when I wake up naked in my roommate’s bed covered in someone else’s urine.
Can you believe it though? Freshman year…done…just like that. ZILCH! Soon, I’ll be a sophomore…how fucked up is that? only one year closer to world domination…mwahaha…

Here’s a poem written by a talented and gifted 5th grader:

“Packing a Musket” by Jerri Blank

When you work from your home and Johns call on the phone,
You’re a call girl.
When you walk with a limp and give a cut to a pimp,
You’re a street whore.
When they’re beggin’ you please to get down on your knees near their groinage,
‘scusa me, but you see, don’t you touch where they pee without coinage.
When I straddle a squat to show you my…