5-3

Brrr.

Young and reckless. Patiently waitin on you to test me.. lol.

Naw. Too much rap music. And too much snow.

Well, I went to trial. Both charges got knocked down. So if I do have to spend time in jail it wont be years. It would've been in the beginning. Next trial date is.. at the end of next month.

So what else is new. Nothing. Still at the Ex's which is getting more and more erie. Their house was already haunted to begin with. So imagine me coming back with nothing but jail warriors and shelter soldiers surrounding my aura. Can we say "whew!"

It still stinky down there. I still spray scented clorox every five minutes and light candles up whenever she brings them downstairs. The whole house stinks really. All the carpet and the walls innards need to be redone. Buuuuuut a home with heat is a home thats neat. AND its a full house not a duplex.

I wouldve loved to stay and work on their humble abode. I.. dont know whats going on. One minute shits cool the next shits whack. Relationships I have with people have changed. Things dont feel the same. Then I figured out some deep stuff. Ive been taking care of.. I want to say.. their family's ghost?

Its weird. Work dont work. Its not like I cant sell drugs. Its just not in my portfolio. But I seriously considered. Need BREAD!

At the end of the day, its like people have a hard time seeing this, and we all have always had a problem remembering. NOTHING WORKS WHEN YOUR BUTT IS HURT!

In lamens terms if your pockets aint right, shit wont fly. You can ball out for a day, a week, a month even years but you wont ball forever unless you are SELF SOLIDIFIED.

Nothing given to you last. You have to get your own.

So, I say this for the upteenth time. Need a job. Its not the road to success in America, a "job", but you most certainly have to be doing SOMETHING if you want ANYTHING. Filled out many of app, need new phone, waiting on government phone to ship out. Somethings better than nothing for right now.

So what. Listening to the Hawks Spurs game on Youtube. Blogging this. I got some coolers to drink with the Visa change left over from a job a had worked at the factory. Thats another thing too.. I need a Physician. Im scared because I havent had a full physical in AGES. I got checked for aids and hiv like last year, got told the lump on my stomach is a fat tumor, and as long as I cut down on the sweets the enamel around my teeth should grow around my gums and the cavities should close up.

Welp this was a pretty plain blog. Waiting on my ride back to the basement floor.

Brrr. Nobodys too cool for gloves.


PEACE