Saturday, July 26, 2003
Virtually no jet lag after we landed in paris, but this time around it’s kinda jacked.
5 airports 30 hours door to door my friends. Get home and can’t sleep. Computer jacked. No innernet. Why not one or 2 beers with g-dog?
Why ask why? Turned into drunkenfreinder 03 with phat band playing at shit bar and this guy I know blasting away some blues about how his baby left him, which she did.
My baby ain’t left me but she ain’t here neither. Miss her already I do.
Um, ok, am I yoda? Fukn slacker.
So yeah why am I here? Fukn guy locked out of skunkworks and I’m the closest, so wakey wakey. It’s mellow yellow though and ya know, check innernet, check e-mail, some other dog-sheit, and ya know, I’ll be outta here, um, like now.
But oh I’m back motherfuckers.