ohh lookie i'm writing

so i'm sitting here listening to the grey album (mix of beatles' "white album" and jay-z's "black album") and i dont know if i should be ashamed to say it.. but i really like it lol. cause i can relate so much to the lyrics of most of the songs. it's great. finally someone who understands the true turmoil i went thru growing up as a black man without a father.

besides that though, i like it.

so anyways yesterday i almost killed a chicken. it was scary. i almost hit it.. and for one.. this is long island. theres not supposed to be chickens wandering around the roads.. apparently this lil chicken didn't get the memo. or it coulda just been cause i was out by justin's house and out there they actually have chickens.. there was a goat too.. but he wasn't in the road.. the damn chicken was just like ohh car! ima jump in front of it. and i swerved and everything and still came like thisclose to hitting it.. scary there.

i did feel really weird eating my chicken sandwich today for lunch/dinner. it didn't stop me or anything.. but i did have a half a second of feeling bad there.

i ate doritos and drank french vanilla coffee together.. and i don't think they're getting along with the tummy.

nick put me on to work on friday after i requested off.. so i need to talk to him tomorrow.

ohhh and jeanette this is for you... when i read this in your survey: "+61+ Pager: no but i would wear ali's and pretend it was mine"
i was confused for a good minute and a half. i completely forgot that you used to steal my pager and pretend it was yours.. but once i did remember i was bustin out for about another minute and a half.. you're a dork. i just needed to share that.

okay i'm gone now cause i'm boring.