Welcome to the Wacko Monologues.
This post originated on Facebook,
But I do declare, I think I'd rather do it on this format.
So, you'll be recieving a mix of old and new post for the first month or so.
But they're all of quality, so you'll enjoy now the less.
This is the first post that started it all.
It is pointless and profane.
But we must all start somewhere.
Enjoy.
[2/17/09]
So, I'm currently in the computer lab, procrastinating as always.
I would be in my room doing these, but ol' non-faithful decided to go all blue screen on me.
That's fucked up, using my favorite color to tell me to fuck off, you quitting.
Gay ass desktop.
Shit, you lasted longer than I thought you would.
Well, now my mom should feel so compelled to spring for that laptop, a Christmas gift that I'mma be paying a small bit of the bill for.
Yay, I got future bills for Christmas.
Responibility had to come at some point.
But anywho... back to the main point: me procrastinating.
I'm 'posed to be writing a little one pager about looking at things I shouldn't be looking at.
Man, I love my Writing major.
Test? Fuck that shit, I'mma write a paper.
I'd rather stay up til 5 in the morning than sit in class and try to think of the obscure answer to number 82 on a long as Chem exam.
I'm "like muthafuckin John Q: Don't have the heart for it." That's my nigga Wale. DMV, what up!
To all you "New Englanders" that's DC, Maryland, Virginia. Get up on it.....
I should rap this one pager....
It's a liberal college, my teacher would be cool with it, I think....
I rapped part of a short story in her class last semester...
Naw, naw, naw. Be cool, Wacko. Be cool. [Wacko!]
Hmmm... we'll see. I guess I'll stop bullshittin and getz ta work.
Til next time, which I feel like is gonna be right after I finish this short ass paper.
I got some shit on my mind.
I kinda like doin this.
Word.
