

My bro 'bapman's' got them waves and I'm kind of ashamed to say it...He's shitting on me a little bit and I'm the 'prince of tides'
I sat through 2 hours and 3 minutes of the crappiest crap, I have ever seen.
I thought that this was this generations 'Buffy the vampire slayer' or 'angel' or even 'interview with the vampire'. How mistaken was I?
I do have the first two books in my possession though. I'm a firm believer that books are better than movie and I have never seen anything contrary to that. So I'll get around to reading them.
I'm a sucker for craigslist. I've said before I feel that if you pass up a chance to get something when you can for below price on something you want, you've pretty much wasted that money. Although that's not the case this situation, it's kind of a case by case thing.
I'm off bright and early to catch the 'sales'!
It was Novemeber 4th 2003 and I woke up and had all these itchy ass sores all over my chest, arms and face and it scared the shit out of me. I'm sitting there days away from my 18th birthday like...'What the fuck can this be? Am I dying? Do I have a STD or something? Why didn't I pay attention in health?'So I go to good old CDC.org and look up my symptoms, and I come to the conclusion that I must have either ; warts, hives, agent orange, shingles or that 'Tom Hanks'. So I tell my mom that I'm dying and we go to the doctor and he comes back and tells me it's chicken pox!My joy quickly turned to anger at my mother because it's her fault for not letting me go to sleep overs and shit so now I've gotta hang out with this mask on my face to cover up the pox marks and shit, and I'll have chicken pox on my 18th birthday!
I just downloaded it... and it is great... It's essentially the same GTA 4 I got at a midnight release, but it's so not. I mean the cars, characters and music and most importantly the story are different and they intersect with the the whole story line. I mean you can dance in the clubs and if girls like your dancing enough, they'll take you in the bathroom and have sex with you (just like in real life)
damn if I woulda known people couldn't stand up and party I wouldn't of played here!'
"OMG who did your hair *looks at me* let me guess you right?"Andre: .....Yeah....sure...."I knew it so what did you use and.....''When I first saw her hair, I thought... "mediatakeout.com..."
So the night finally comes and I go with 'elaine' to the party.
So we pull up and I see not one but two pink caddy's and I'm like "Damn, they brought the heavy hitters out here!"
So we go in and these glammed up ladies look at us like we're from the planet X, but we see one of our handlers and she tells us to head on back.
Going deeper into the Mary Kay compound, there's like a classroom with all these chicks in front of a mirror type contraption with all various milks and honey's for your face. After being like 30 minutes late and making a scene as the only guy in the room, I take a seat near this cute girl with a baby face and a body like amazing grace.
"Mary Kay is recession proof, think about it... people will cut out alot of stuff but they still wanna look good. Am I right?"
Listening to the spiel about Mary Kay my handler put on, it's easy to see the allure of it. Selling shit people really don't need but they will pay for cause it's nice to have. But thats the same allure the weed/dope game has. You get someone under you selling shit and come up off their come up's, and they get someone under them and before you know it you're in a paid for Toyota Camry/Pink Cadillac.
So after exfoliating and rehydrating my lips, I adjust my personal mirror real smooth like so I can get a better look at the girl behind me and we make eye contact.
I'm a firm believer in 'dancing with who brung ya' and I love what me and 'elaine' have but at the same time, we're just friends. So me and this chick talk all through the presentation through my mirror about how she wants to go and hates this shit, so I tell her "You can't leave without taking my number"
I really enjoy spending time with 'elaine'
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