What up Gangstas. Shit you know how we be doing it here in the Killaforniaye. Well anywho, I haven't been a good boy keeping up with my blogs and shit but who cares, its not like anybody views this shit anyways. But I'm going to keep this shit as my own person journal.
Dear Journal,
Today I am still sick from last week. My lungs are filled with snot and I am horribly falling behind in all of my classes. There is this one fat bitch in class that has it out for me I swear. All of the things I say she always fucking rolls her eyes and says a smart ass comment. Fucking hoe are you the one to talk, have you looked in the mirror, you would think that you should have a kind personality but your fat nasty and a horrible person. Good job, you have pretty much your whole life to look forward too. Not to mention, I called you out and the class would say you would beat me up, that's not something to brag about. You are basically a man, the fact that during the first day of class you were speaking about showering with your bf, made me want to barf up the lunch I had three weeks before is appauling. Hoe, try not to get hit by a bus, or better yet, please do. That image that I have up is the image of me barfing to your disgusting face.
But phew, now after all this venting I am going to finish shooting the last bit of my roll for photography.
Thank You Journal for Understanding
Sincerely
Richie.
