Chilled.
Okay so I've been posted in my cave hiding from the elements and TOTALLY vegitating. No phone, no puter, no talkie talkie, just me my eggnog and the boob tube and many naps...for like 2 days.
OH JOY!
I happily watch Kobe flip 42 pts. and still loose to Miami. No lay-ups or dunks for you. I love watching you miss that three at the buzzer. *said with glee*
AH HA...you biach!
I need to put a cap on it cause my T-wolves been straight suckin' on helium baloons rather than playing some ball. It's a gatdamn shame that finally with a healthy team them bruhs don't even know what to do with the ball.
Thank the most high for basketball season.
Oh and least I forget, EFF THE RAIDERS...and football for that matter.
But onto internal things. I've been stewing on the past year. Dang this year has been on non-stop hectic and I'm happy to see it go. I've stewed on friends and family, progress and regression. And how do I sum it up, oh effin' well...let's move on shall we. The one promise I'll make in lieu of a new year's resolution is to keep it moving, no looking back. Ahhhh the epiphany is quite refreshing like a Foster's while sitting on a hot beach in the dead of August.
Oh summer, come back to me. Where art thou humidity. My sandals and swim suit are calling me. As I sit and dream of 90 degrees and beach breeze. Where art thou sunshine, and disappeared daylight savings time. As imagine sittin' in parks and roll on strolls steaming sidewalks...
with imagery, not tangibility.
Oh summer, come back to me....CAUSE ITS FREEEEEEEEEZin'.
ILK! I SHO DO HATE THIS WINTER ISH!
Anyway.
carryonstrangely.
