backwards_d's blog

Mood: 

Pissed Off

this is bullshit.

Mood: 

Determined

"Yo, ya'll listenin'? I know you are, ain' no mail in the joint that goes unread by somebody, feel me? I know none'a this shit ain' locked or private or nothin'. Not when you'd give up camera shots t'any of us. Ain' as stupid as I look.

"There's some sick-ass muhfuckas in this house, kid. Tellin' you. Jus' let one of 'em try 'n kidnap my black ass in the middle of the night, know what I'm sayin'?

... there be anotha name added to th' Dead White Sonuvabitch list, that's f'sure.

Don't even know. Shit."

Mood: 

Drunk

"Fuuuuuck, man ... got me a staircase. Fuckin' stairs. My stairs. Go straight to th' kitchen, so if I got me some munchies? Fuckin' A. 'M set, bitches. Fuckin' set. Fact? If I wan't so fucked up right now? I'd go down, get me some muthafuckin' ice cream. They got the good shit down there, hell. Muthafuckin' Ben and Jerrys bullshit.

... helllll yeah.

"They tole me I could talk into this thing an' it would save an' that'd count as my ... pretty princess diary or whatever the fuck. This place is huge, fer fuckin' real, but ... I dunno, man, gives me th' fuckin' creeps already. Some poor bastard got eaten, from what I hear. Fucked up. Been mostly unpackin' my shit, all I need's to run into some bitch cryin' over everythin'.

Don't think this is gonna be a goddamn vacation, man. Tomorrow? Gatherin' th' tools for survival. I ain't gonna be next, fuck that noise."