jjay

Thinkin of a master plan
Cuz aint nuthin but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money is spent
So I dig deeper but still comin up with lint
So I start my mission- leave my residence
Thinkin how could I get some dead presidents
-rakim

I need a job

I hate having to whore myself out.
Someone want to give me a job? I can cook pretty good, tie my own shoes, and have excellent manners.

update: I'm drinking beer at 3am Wednesday morning in attempt to fall asleep

update: drunk. god created alcohol to fuck with us. seriously!