And now that I'm sober...

I feel better.

Yeah, I went to church today. Go 'head and call me all the hypocrites and heathens you want, I don't even care. But all I know is, if I don't get me some Jesus on Sunday, there's hell to pay on Monday. I feel good now, I don't feel the need to cuss no one out. Hopefully this feeling will last through the week. Cussing people out takes a lot out of me.

Anyway, the Almighty Lakers are playing in a while. I refuse to get Frunk as Duck (good lookin out Killa Cal) tonight, because in this stankin' *bleep* economy I need my job. College loans ain't no joke, and car insurance on a '03 Mustang is murder (until 2 months from now... big 2-5 is creepin up) thats real. I'm hurtin, y'all. Matter of fact, I'm about to set up a place to send donations. I might even stand on the corner of Rosecrans and Central with a KFC cup, hittin up niggas for change. Anyway, lemme go get my comfortable not-church clothes on. I'm plannin to cut up for this one.

By the way, t-wolves = burnt toast. Don't forget that. And the Neighborhood Queen is out.