This is the day... this is the day...

That the Lord has made, and I will rejoice, I will rejoice and be glad in it, and be glad in it.

And for once, I will. The sermon was good today, long but good nonetheless. It was about forgiveness and stuff. In light of the lovely sermon and the fact that I did just bring my ghetto self up outta church, all cuss words will be eliminated. The ones that are just too necessary, will be bleeped out. Use your own filthy imaginations to fill in the blanks. You heathen suckas!

Anyhow, back to my forgiveness. I have to forgive all the people that make me sick on a regular basis. That is gonna be hard. But I will do it somehow. Or not. Depends on how I'm feeling tomorrow. I can forgive my folks... but the idiots at work? Ha. That remains to be seen.

But I have forgiven my new friend. He can't help it that them punk *bleep* neighbors are so jealous of him. And me. And my sexy car. Thats why they're trying so hard to piss me off and make me cuss them out. But I will refrain from all displays of eastiness, at least for the rest of the day. But if them janky *bleep* sons of *bleeps* wanna see me, then they can bring it. Because I ain't scared of they sucka *bleeps*. Ol' punk niggas.

Back to my love and forgiveness, right? Of course. Well, actually since I resolved to forgive everyone, I have nothing else to complain about. So I will now discuss:

QUIZNOS!

I love Quiznos. Even though I hate the scary things that are on the commercial. Those are the fugliest Mutha*bleeps* I've seen in a hot minute. Had me kinda shook about Quiznos. Looked like rat monsters or something. Anyway, back to Quiznos. The turkey lite sub. That's all I have to say. *Drops the Mic*

You ever overhear someone's conversation and you really didnt want to? I mean, like they was talking WAYYY TOO *BLEEPIN* LOUD? Like my brother. I don't want to hear everything he keeps saying. He's stompin on my last good nerve, without even trying. I'm sick to death of hearing about the Jr. Chroncicles. But since I love him (and I just came up outta church a couple of hours ago) I gotta endure. But the Isley's ain't drowning him out. I'mma have to call reinforcements from T.I. and his rubberband folks. Man. Rubberband man on a Sunday. I'm an addict. Oh well. Let me go eat some more. And a "9 in my right, .45 in my otha hand" to you all. That's right... you must all suffer along with the Neighborhood Queen.