Cripes..stuck here at work all the time ..SO ....
IF ANY ONE OF YOU GALS WANNA COME CHEER ME UP HERE AT NORDSRTOM CAFE 285 WINSTON DRIVE SAN FRANCISCO CALIFORNIA IM THE CHEF OF THE RESTAURANT SO LUNCH IS ON ME..!!!!
AAARRRGHHH..holloween bbq!!!! ..dammit gotta finish up making my costume !!
its at dominics house...aka the_sandman..me on the grill and dom on the turntables..should be good times !!!
cant wait to go camera craaazeeee
Ok...couple o days left for holloweeny..whats everyone up to..
dominic aka The_Sandman and i are having a kick ass holloween costume bbq over here in good ol..sanfrancisco.
DJS, FOOD, and Drink for all of us....ya'lls invited ya hear?
IM over worked and underpaid for the stuff i have to do ..working as a chef is getting harder and harder everyday..i only get one day a week if lucky and that day off is usually spent doing paper work..im tired .im depressed...but not yet broken ..but still i feel as if im slowly losing myself...i just had this girl tell me shes met someone... Read More
OMG You're a chef? Make me dinner? By the time it gets here in the mail, it will no doubt have to be heated up. Cheer up already. "Heartily know, when half gods go, the gods arrive." I love that quote. It simply means, someone better will come along. Sorry to get all deep on ya there, hot stuff.
AWWW suki suki now..NEW PICS GALS>>LOOK UNDER the pics section under SUPER THUG>>>i was teaching dominic darko how to use his camera..and this was what he came up with..BIG UP DOM!!!!
K GALs......IF IN SANFRANCISCO HOLLOWEEN DAY My BUDDIES AND I ARE HAVING A PHATTY HOUSE BBQ..im throwing down on the grill and THE_ SANDMAN will be on the 2 turntables....drinks ..food and music
...ya'lls invited now ya hear...!
GODDAMMIT >>my phones got all smashed and i lost my phones numbers..i am now forever lost in the pain of having to wait for friends to call so that i can save their numbers in the memoirs of my cellullite phone
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.... Read More