Something you may want to know about me if you're to become a regular reader: I talk to myself, frequently. Right now it's 6:47 AM, and about 10 minutes ago I had a conversation with myself. I said to... "Hazelnut-Mocha, you're my bitch lover this morning." This would be a much better story if Hazelnut-Mocha was some hot black stripper chick that I'd brought back from some city's seedy underbelly, or if I'd made up such a hot black stripper chick to appease my own boredom. But no, I was talking to a pot of coffee as I brewed it. I told (her?) how I was going to make love to her and a bottle of adderall until 10:00 AM and how she was going to help me write a paper that's due at such a time. The conversation got rather violent; I threatened a serious beating in the event she wouldn't help me, and I think a baseball bat may have been mentioned.
She forgave me. I haven't met her warm embrace yet (I'm a pussy and don't like my coffee too hot), but we'll be making sweet love in no time.
Mind you, I don't think I'm crazy, but I'll let you draw your own conclusions. I'm a little bit tired as I haven't slept, and something's telling me that my grade on the aforementioned paper is more important than this-- my newest addiction-- but have no fear; I feel a two-post day is eminent.
Peace out to my niggas pookie-bear and ray-ray. (yada.yada.yada)
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my friend you are crazy
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