Just Whatever: Hip Hop Anonymous

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Hip Hop Anonymous

Hip...Hip Hop...Hip Hop Anonymous??

My baby gurl is coming out to see me on Valentines day weekend. Talk about excited, I just pee'd my pants. No, for real...I did. Seriously. Ok, so I just wanted to give a shot out to Wal-Mart for this pimpin' ass $6 watch I am sporting with the not-so-silent velcro band. Why would anyone want to make velcro silent? I love that sound. I need to get me some velcro shoes. I could rock those. Back to Wal-Mart I go. Betcha I could get some for less than $10. Sis, if you are reading this I need to get your help putting some more pics on this site. E-mail me or comment or call me or fart or something. Ok, so Joanne is like the wind to me. Although I cannot see it I can feel it and hear it. And boy do I love the wind. Work is boring as hell. I need to go buy my new ribbon for my uniform for my marksmanship. Ya, I can cap ya with my 9 milli. Now I have 2 ribbons and don't look like such a scrub. That Guy...we need to schedule you a trip to come here to Florida. Lets get on that. Joanne's air fare was $89 each way from Dallas. I can put you up in the base hotel for $30 a night. It will be cheap. Maybe on spring break or something. When is your spring break? To anyone who reads this NEVER Ever Ever Ever watch the movie Little Black Book. Horrible and very boring and makes you never want to trust a woman. They are scandalous.

Joanne and I are on a level. We mesh. I am not rubber and she is not glue. She makes my day brighter. I love it when she laughs and I love it when she makes me laugh. She is very funny and we feed off of each other very well. She is something special.

I love you all and to all a good night.

2 Comments:

Blogger Meagan said...

How are you going to only want to talk to me when you need me to put pictures up for you? Don't forget I'm coming out for my birthday. I think you've forgotten about me!

7:51 PM  
Blogger no name said...

I'm actually glad we don't talk anymore bitch boy. Why don't you go cry at work or something- -"...la la la love love love blah blah blah..." That's not Josh Tizzle. You oughtta practice some of that ribbon markmanship on the back of your throat you pussy. When I come out there, I'll even pay the 180bucks, just to kick your gooshy syrupy cake-boy face in. I'll pack a spoon so you'll have something with which to eat my ass. See ya softy.

8:42 PM  

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