Seriously man, you and me, we're fuckin' DONE professionally

"It's the hood's Obama, shoveling McCane
Out the project windows the drama's insane
...The message got twisted, I'm just young, black and gifted
The theme was coke but the lines was upliftin' "
--Malice, Intro on "Road 'Til the Casket Drops"

Wind was blowing so fuckin' hard today that I had to pedal downhill or I barely moved. Weather felt good though. I've biked about 27 miles in the past 24 hours which might not be a lot, but for a guy who barely eats, it's exhausting.
Chilled with Kazoo via webcam today which was actually way cooler than hanging out in real life with most people. He was doing some proper beasting (we're talking Port Royal rum and Pepsi) before most people's lunch break. Reminded me than this 5 days sober bullshit is insanely herb. I mean, getting proper sleep and being able to have coherent, deep thoughts and a memory is one thing, but that all sounds like a bunch of nerd shit to he honest. Sounds like a bunch of stuff that someone with an XBox360 Live gamer tag would be real excited about.
Big Stat test Monday. Tryin' to convince myself that Cage and Cannibal Ox is good study music. I'ma kill that shit nigga. I envision high fiving myself right in the middle of the exam, being a serious distraction to the rest of the class.

Here's what's really good for 2009 (reasons why life may not be over quite yet). Terminator Salvation is coming out. Fuckin' Christian Bale as Jon Conner. If you haven't seen the trailer yet...do I need to finish this sentence? If you aren't shaking with excitement to the point of needing a strong drink or some ass sex by the end of the trailer, we may never be close friends. Between Bale's epic performance in every movie he stars in and his portrayal as a loose cannon by the media, this guy is my fuckin' hero.
New Clipse album in 09, 'Til the Casket Drops. Rawr. That difficult third album. No pressure at all. I'm sure they're gonna kill it. I'm real excited for this album to get Weezy levels of play in the Philly neighborhoods around here, meaning not 15 minutes that go by where someone isn't ghost riding past my house with the new Clipse club banger pumping, rattling the beams holding up the awning of my front porch. I really need to go on a shopping spree buying nothing but PlayClothes and Bape. The hood's Obama is fuckin' right; once again, the rap game is about to change.