first things first...
it is very important that i share with you...(and please, brace yourselves)...with my alternate entities according to mypornname.com.
my pseudo monikers are as follows:

aaron gunn
zayne playah
cort steele
wex strong
devin ray (id make a film or two with devin de ray if this were the actual case - oh!)
KC Rage
chad sinner

etc. etc.

now that the important stuff is outta the way, we shall now discuss my final exam today.
MAN THAT WAS ROUGH!!

i felt i was ready too. goes to show that you can never be ready enough when it comes to dr. hood - phD: PLAYAH HATAH DEGREE!!

3hour exam; 500 kinesiologists in a gym on a friday morning at 830am.
couple that with me currently being in a sickboy state - constantly shuffling..coughing...nose-dribbling..nose-blowing...halls candy sucking...water guzzling...chills-up and down my body'n...all the while while trying to attack and decipher this final'o'mine!

at one point i had this really bad coughing fit. i knew it was gonna happen. you ever get those? where your throat feels really dry..and it feels like there are ants running down your throat our someone tighting your windpipe with fishing line???

k maybe im just messed.

i tried to mask the beautiful acoustics of my smoker-like cough in that silenced gymnasium.
i tried and tried...i kept shuffling...moving..drinking...menthalyptus-sucking...everything! all just to stop myself from coughing my lungs out on the pine table which lay in front of me. it was beautiful sight. my eyes even started to tear..whatta bitch!

and that went on for 2 hours. and finally, i finished.
and once again i must reiterate..that was a rough one - both mentally and physically.

cmon wednesday biomechanics!!
woohaaa..but wait..i need to sleep first.

CAUSE'WE GON' PARTY LIKE IT'S 1999 (tonite)!
although 1999 didnt really have great parties, so i doubt people, prince included, still use that phrase.
and tomorrow too...we celebrate rj and mark's 22nd birthdays with class...in a fine dining atmosphere...where it's dark...and everyone likes meat. big meat. texan-style! outback steakhouse.
and you know, im not a big fan of red meat...but being that i haven't had a piece of meat for the last 40days of lent, let alone a slab of sizzling, juicy cow, i think imma indulge.
maybe a filet mignon...MEAT WRAPPED IN MEAT baby (disgusting)!


[why does everyone knock prince? he's dope! he gets all the skins, trust me.
and besides, who else could pull off this shirt and still be more appealing than david hasselhoff?
props to prince. and cop that new album, too! (im nice with the plugs)]

let's just hope my body can take this sudden saturation of hooved farmlife.


"i once was a happy cow. never mad. now im here. juicy. ready and waiting for grilling.
spread out on this beautiful silky soft bed of lettuce. waiting for you to indulge. moo, baby. moo."

NASSSTTEEEEEEEEEEEE!