Hey. Notice that this is the first time I started a blog just saying hi. But anyways, I have an amazing story. So, I met this shorty the other day. I got her number, called her up like, “What you doing?” She said, “Nothing.” I said, “What’s good?” She said, “Not much.” I said, “Guess what?” She said, “What’s up?” I said, “I think we should hook up.” She said, “Ugh” I said, “What?” She said, “But…” I said, “But? Why you stuck?” Ok I’m done. If anyone doesn’t know, I just told you a story that is part of a song. How dumb of me. Sorry, I wanted to see what it would look like written out. Oh man, you guys should do this. Say lyrics like you’re having a conversation. Some stuff sounds deeper or funnier that way. I don’t know why I do these things. I’m strange.
Does anybody read anymore? I’m finding that I can’t talk to people about books because they don’t read or even look up stuff anymore. They’re very visually cultured, yet they can’t read a sentence or spell for anything. I read this book my freshman year and I think everyone should read it. It’s called “Native Son” by Richard Wright.
This book happens to be one of the most intense books I’ve ever read in my whole entire career of living. Yes, living my life is a career. Anyways, I recommend it for everyone because it does a good job of portraying life through both the eyes of white America as well as minorities. It’s a perfect balance. Get knowledge.
Today is a good day. I’m working my way back to where I need to be. The song of the day has to be “Sweetest Love” by Robin Thicke. He knows how to get that good mood going. I need to stop. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? I have the answer. Who freaking cares?