Don’t know why I even came in today… I’m tired over-worked, broke, and the middle finger on my right hand hurts like fuck. Like I smashed it or something, but I know that I didn’t.

I strolled into work all late and shit. I had Tracy over and we pretty much chilled out last night. It was so nice that I didnt want to get up and leave but we both had to go to work. So I let Tracy use my car even gave up a set of house keys. That’s something I’ve never done, be so trusting. This is a whole new arena for me and I’m worried outta my daymn mind. I need to calm the hell down. Shit is going good, everything will be okay

It seems that everytime I put my heart out on the line, people show their true colors and wild the fuck out. I say if you’re gonna be crazy and shit be crazy and shit from the get-go. Let a nigga know that u got some serve social issues or u bound to suddenly flip out for no reason. I had caught this countdown show on Comedy Central the other week where they were counting the 100 greatest comics and this one comic, Richard Jeni (he was in The Mask as the best friend) and he was spit some true knowledge. What if people were to disclose all their issues like it was a card game and shit. You get all ya shit out in the open, you know u messing with a reform hoe 2 weeks before a relapse or complete lunatic thats prone to stab a nigga. But don’t get me wrong. Everybody has issues, even me but my issues don’t result in restraining orders.