so last nite im talkin' to homeboy's homegirl marianne. i told her how i heard k. west and common were coming to town. theyre gonna play the air canada centre. surprisingly, we had this chat last nite, on the same day that tickets just started going on sale. and surprisingly, i just found out about the whole tour by accident as i was surfing some forums.

after a mere 3 minutes of discussing the concert, we decided we should go to this thing. from there, homegirl contacted her homeboy, i contacted another homeboy...homeboy contacted his homegirl...and from there, it spread like wildfire. there's a count of 7 in total.

wha'chu know about that?!!

[section 103, row 8]

you know what this is
it's a celebration bitches
grab a drink grab a glass
after that i grab your ass

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so i'm here on my laptop; backpropped up against the side of my bed andmy knees bent at 45 degree angles - feet on the floor. i notice this big ass thread. feeling the length of it, i notice it leads back to the waistband of the jogging pants that i slept in. man it was cold last nite. from there i, like a child, begin to pull and pull...and pull. of course the string never ends but my pants continue to unravel. back in the days, whenever my mom saw a loose thread, she'd say cut it or else it'd grow to immense proportions. others said to light it on fire. i think that's a ridiculous fucking idea. ill tear it like the barbarian i am.

this was a quick, decent and pointless entry, as always.

long day ahead.
errands, exercise and work.

the world spins on it's axis way too fast.

we'll talk soon. after breakfast, perhaps?