In a Fickle? Eat a Pickle!

Laugh. It’s this thing I’ve been doing. My nail is broken AGAIN. I cry on the inside. I’m still two seconds away from slapping a bitch. But then I make myself laugh. Real quick. Remember those random phone calls? Every now and again I still get them. I don’t even want to play along anymore. I just laugh and let my eye continue twitching. I know what it is, deep down inside. (Cruella Deville laugh inserted here)

I don’t even know how long it’s been without a cigarette. It’s been months. I think I quit back in April or May? So 5 to 6 months, I have to say is good, after quitting a terrible habit. But I’m good. I am still physically tired as shit. But now I have to carry my dead weight as if the shit doesn’t exist. It hurts but I got shit to do, unfortunately.

Work. I need more! And I mean that shit. “Hit me, baby one more time!” Lol.

Addiction. (heavy sigh) Which one am I really not working on? Because let’s face it, everyone has something they’re addicted to. I’m coming to terms with my issues. It’s only a matter of time before everyone comes into their own. You know, just like how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly or a cucumber into a pickle!? Hehe. Humor me. I’m bored, on a day off, in the freezing fucking cold pits of Hell. Yeah, it’s not always fiery hot in Hell. So I keep writing. I keep my pen and notebook handy. Gee, I sound like Steve. I have a lot of open books that i’m working on too. Just not enough time in a day. The mathematics aren’t always summoned, as I see it. I play with my Maink. Just busy, busy, busy. Have to make more time to make more changes. Because there’s been tons of “changes”. But sometimes, Dyana just can’t get enough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Fight The Power

Games? No longer into those. Challenges, definitely! Let’s go and bring it on! Anyone willing to come and attack my stubbornness, please let your momma know how to dress you for your funeral ahead of time. You will get creamed. ‘Cause Wu Jaydddde ain’t nothin to fuck with! CTFU! If you are willing to put me in a situation where it has to be debatable, or in ghetto terms, come for me, you will be put in your place. I’m always on my P’s & Q’s, baby. My mouth is icy and sometimes quite reckless. At least lately, I haven’t been hostile about it. *pats back* There’s no need to anymore. I’m good on you. And now I’m going to show you which is better than having to tell you! Because if shit got out of hand, because you’d get into your feelings, because let’s face it, the truth is a hard pill to swallow and if you put your hands on me… My hands will react, and that’s something you definitely do not want! You have been warned! Look, I’m putting it in writing now! I’m being responsible about it. And if it gets recorded, GREAT, even better. I need a LAWSUIT! I need a reason to corrupt pockets just as mine have been. Even this inadequate judicial system wants a piece of me. Let’s go motherfuckers! The internet is a beautiful invention and Google is a great buddy. And after reconnecting with people who know their shit is a great benefit as well. So when I drop that Affidavit, Supreme Court, and delegation of authority knowledge onto their front door step and they attempt to knock me down, I’m not for it anymore! All of it is OVER! And I mean it! After that, it’s the World I want to conquer! Tell Donald I want to be his stylist and give him a pretty black & blue.