fun facts about the world

Hey. I just wanted to further stress that I am not the person who sends you emails stating that "Your friend James has updated his blog", its someone at Friendster. You can turn this off, so that you won’t know when I update my blog. Then you’ll life will be complete.

On the reals though, a lot of people have said to me (I’m looking at you!) "I only read the bulletins you post, not your blog." Big mistake homie. Even as I type this in 2005, I know that spell check will not let the word homie live. These are the sort of fun facts y’all are missing out on. For word!

Anyway, I was thinking about the geopolitical climate in the world the other day in between drags of my p-funk c-note (just step your whole fucking talking game up son. oh 5, oh 5) and I realized that the quality of my life would be somewhat improved if I could get all my peoples in the same place at the same time. I made this "map" to show where all my friends are located at. I’m no geographer and neither are you, but we can both clearly see that

a) my map making skills are not what they once were.

b) the vast majority of my people are in the North East.

Anyway, what I’m trying to do is get all the red together and then have a big, fun party with chips and pop (yo, I know people who used to call soda "pop" before they moved to the city) and krills and hookers. Then your life will be complete.

In other news, last night at like 2am when I was taking the train back to the crib with these kids for purposes of GBH’s and some poker, this crazy lady (fucking straight whacked in the head stee) was angrily brushing her hair and screaming "fuck the world" and looking, shall we say, volatile. So of course we’re all like "yeah" and "wheres the crack" and she was in her own world and didn’t really respond, she just switched cars and declined our offer to come chill at the crib and play cards.

Then at like 4:30 I ate the #1 at E.I. on Vernon, and I was all like "my man, can I get hot peppers instead of roasted peppers."  And you thought your friends were long winded.

Some flicks from Satelite. stay tuned for the next jumpoff.

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