I plan on showcasing my plans whenever I get big. And getting big means buying pills and a vacuum. But that's something that I don't need to discuss.
I have a problem.
What is a schedule?
Every time someone says, "20% cooler!" I feel 20% more brain-de– happier, or something. Which also explains my lack of updates, I'm too giddy to do a gosh darn thing.
I still have my ideas and ish all up in my head. I'm just too lazy to actually (write) do anything about it. Is it because my room is a mess? Are the sprawled clothing on my floor the thing that causes sort of some psychological ish that makes me lazy?
Shit, it might be.
I should do something about that.
Yeah.
Sorta, kinda.
Totally.
"I hate the paparazzi, man. They always try to assault my style and way of life by shooting me up with their fucking cheap ass cameras; they only in it for the money... and make it from my damn image too!" moaned a disgruntled celebrity, re-adjusting his shades. Well known for his antics and dope as fuck productions, the celebrity (yet-to-be-named) is making another turn of his rap career by releasing a collaboration album with Lil