Earthling

So today I chose to stop take a seat and let the world revolve around me for a change. I picked a nice spot outside (with an electrical outlet- not ready to unplug from the Matrix yet) to set up shop. I had all that i needed: iPod, Cell phone, Smart Water, Urban Mag ("Vapors mag"to be precise -sneaker addition), and a good read which in this case is "Black Male Handbook". Now while i was out there I noticed i was getting weird looks and things, and i do admit i was in a random place [i looked like all i was missing was a cat holding an umbrella over my head with some lemonade from hotdog on a stick], but I'm sayin... people calling me weird and shit. but errr1 thought it was a good idea. Just sassing me i guess. Bought a piece of popculture memorabilia circa 2007-08, when I start uploading pics all have to put it up, its a scarf by the way. Had some nice invites for various activities tonight. Prolly just chill cause I must go to work in the morning and the car is still on Dillorian mode with no uranium. Also I sold out and bought food in the MU ( Memorial Union@Ariz state Univ) and enjoyed it. Jarad got me hooked on Chick-Fil-A and that honey mustard. I used to hate honey mustard and now im addicted Äbe you're changing!" lol what ever that shit taste good. And now i would not eat a rat if it tasted good ass hole lol.

Funny story/thought: I was in Denver kickin it with my ex's old crew, and the night was going along and everything i was getting along with erry1 just fine. Then errr1 started getting to the point where the drinks were outweighing the weed (i was sadly sober) and crazy shit started coming out of peoples mouths. By the way this is right around the time when prefaded jeans were out and had a bunch of hype. So this one cat was wearing these shorts, and everyone kept giving him complements on how nice they thought his jeans looked. I noticed that his jeans were Pure Playas, so I said damn! are those Pure Playas?!?! Them shits look new, didnt know they still made those. everyone laughin and shit but I wasn't judgin. So he said, Naw these jeans are from the 8th grade or some grade that would show they old as hell. He said once it was quiet: As you can see my jeans faded out of style and right back in [with Heineken in hand]. Now i was sober but that made me think in a funny but damn you're right kinda way. Any way thats the thought. Peace till next time.