A star was born on November 4th, 1991. His name is me and I am him. I will not say my name because my mother looks me up on google all the time and I feel she would be very disappointed in what I am doing. Sorry mom, I'm just wylin out because I am fucking dope. Today has been a great birthday and I am proud to say that 19 years of age is the shit.Shoutout to my boy Killa Cam for buying my damn food. He is a true friend. If it was the end of the world, I would want to fuck a bad bitch and then drink a beer with Cameron. Great times budyy. Bishoff, you are a bitch. I'm not being sarcastic either. Your jokes used to be funny, and now they are fucking offensive. I will not put up with your bitchassness anymore and yes bitchassness is a word. Look it up. Shoutout to Brent. He is a cool cat. His friend Ryan too. She drinks a Bacardi bottle like a cat drinks milk, it doesn't fucking phase her. She is a fucking G and respect to her for that.
MY SEARCH FOR A SLUT IS ABOUT TO GET SERIOUS. I wanna rage on a female right now and I'm about to do so this weekend. I'm sorry if this blog sounds crazy, but I am 19 and I'm moonwalking on the sun. High talk bitches.
I'm about to crash and think of how these jello shots will become my water tomorrow. I'm out my people. BLACK POWER!