Busy Lika Bee
Ill try to make this post count, try to recollect whats happend in the last buncha days. In chronomotaticalacious order.
Thursday :
Dont Remember.
Friday:
Did some cool shit that day, went to the talent show that night, saw my Brotha Dawkness’s beatbox onstage (video), gotta show support for the family, you know. Did I mention I went with my cousin Eebs? Cause I did, and he burned some ass in that raffle, went home with homecoming tickets for next year, a handful of lotion, and a friggin apple pie, thanks to Heidie with the pies. Crazy talent show, saw: Indian Chic dance (video), and saw this ragtag buncha raptastic revolutioniatio reppin 650 rap act (video). Prey bueno eh? Sorry bout the Indian Chic dance (video) bein kinda jerky, I was laughin my ass off. Oh and den, Shell Fish let us hit up her pad for a lil get together, if you havent already seen the pics of that, check em HERE.
Saturday:
G’times, cause shes so grand, shes so great, shes so fine, shes so first rate, shes so so shes already divine. Pizza was to be had, garlic breath made us all sad, nowhere kept us here, heat fogged my mirror, wanna be ya luvah gain and again, heaven tonight, gone with the sin tommorow. Yaya.
Sunday:
Indecisive – Characterized by lack of decision and firmness, sall good though, things work out. I think I tried to tan a bittle lit, but…yeah still all albino rhino-ish. Oh yeah I went for a long ass run, pretty cool cause it was all long the piers in the city (San Francisco) yaya, cool beans. Did I mention im doin the bay to breakers this year, gonna keep up with the Kenyans, mmm hmmm youll see me in the telly next to the tubbies: (lala, dipsy, tinky winky, and poe). You’ll see.
Monday:
Somebody almost had a case of the Mondays, but ya know theres only one remedy fer that shia bia, and its seven cups sugah, stir, mix, and repeat. I know it was yesterday and all, but I don’t really remember what else happend :P.
Tuesday (today:
All you need to know is that DJ Brady FINALLY GOT AVIATORS!!!, and ther pimp as shit, or so my momma tells me. Pretty stoked, everyone knows ive been jonesin for a pair of these bias, now I gots em, gonna be all struttin round like the dude from INXS, wooty woo. Oh I gotta haircut too, lets see if anyone notices. Lets keep it on the down low.
As Told By Stephan Romeyn
Why should we abide by these authorities?
When we could just as easily go ridin on our enemies
Adults waitin to see the change in me,
That change they be callin maturity,
They say I don’t have it because they see in me this fury,
That no one can tame not even a jury,
If I die at a age that’s early,
I promise ill bring the whole world with me
Even when I’m buried this fury will still be lurking
Brotha Cant Ball
How the hell can a dude like 4 inches shorter than me dunk of the g’damn school hoops?! I can’t barely touch rim! Not right…not right at all. Hers my artist rendition of what went down.
Nuff bout the ballin, hows bout he heatness? The hotness I mean, can’t even think meng, got my ass cookin in this chair, and in case u dint know, melted ass on leather doesn’t smell good. Heard its gonna be this hot and hotter the whole week. Yessir, I do lika lil toastyness to counteract the normal fogfest we got round these here parts but, this shizziz hot. And while everyones gettin all tan (and pink), im jus kinda…wull its a merger of freckles.
Wull imma getta icepack to stick on my ass, wull see what happends, till than, ‘member that transformers are more than what meets the eye:
Ring, Ring, Bling, Bling
Thats right ya little jerks, Brady’s gotta new phone. Pake a Teak at this bee-yoot, its pretty bitchin, gotta nice lil color screen, and its soooooo smallll (in relation to a giant hand). Miss Harbison had this reguarding the new mobile. Yep Yep, same number too. Yep yep…
Chillin in English, mindin my own buidness, than I hear some chuckles from Chuck, and some giggles from Stowe, I have no idea whats goin on so I jus bury my head in my binder so T-Money (teacher) is none the wiser. Anyhoo they keep on laughin even after this and im thinkin to myself “what the ass?” Look at my binder, and
BAMMM I got hosed tommy…:(