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Country: United States State: New Jersey Birthday: 1/18/1985 Gender: Male
Interests: im interested yo girl, nd her girlz, and her mamaz girl biatch. Expertise: sneakaz ladiez, holdng it down on the track im sicka than rabiez paralyze you like the mouse in the trap Occupation: Student Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me Website: visit my website AIM: stillcakinhard
Member Since:
10/18/2002
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| right now im feelin a bit wired, a bit tired, a little thirsty, and really bored.
so i thought, a new xanga entry could help me out with these feelingz
speaking of feelingz. yeah well i got some new onez..
like im feeling empty.. well therez work, and friends, and a girl, but what else is there.. oh yeah, drugz..
drugz were such a big part of my life for half a decade and leaving them behind brings positive thoughts to my head like.. "i wont get arrested again, i wont get jumped, beat, and robbed.. and i wont be tempted to jump beat or rob anyone else."
but leaving it behind also makes me feel more.. i never knew how much could hurt and hav an affect on my life because drugz, mainly marajuana, kept my mind free from the problemz ive had. now im not an addict cuz im head strong but dropping the lifestyle cut out good times with friends and well i miss em. i mean i could still chill wit them but now when they are passin Lz im sitting back..
i kno im not missing anything.. i kno i been thru it all and seen it all.. and i guess thats what i gotta think when im in tempting situations..
i hurt too many ppl by not caring and only caring bout myself.. and now that im sober i actually do feel.. yeah feel and my senses are now stronger than superman.. despite i dropped the drug of choice which made me feel like superman.. ha. weird.
thats it. just to get shit off the dome.
goodnight. | | |
| ok time to update::
since i've last been here, i've acquired a part-time job, monday thru friday as a package handler pulling in 200 a week..
ive made new friendz, and broken up with bad onez..
im saving up for a car..
oh and im sober.. that meanz clean, as in no drugz [and by that, meaning no treez, no yay, no crack, no shabou], no alcohol, no dirty sex with anonymous partners... clean... wait, with the exception of caffine and nicotine.. come on i gotta live..
im paying duez to crimez i've gotten away with for the last 4 yearz and boy iz it expensiv.. ive also acquired a new job working the clockz at the st.francis cyo for 70 bonez a day on saturdayz.. good shit..
working at fed ex built up my strength, heavy weight training and proper diet increased my mass, and losing caloriez definez cutz.. that picture aint got shit on me now. haa.
yea i could be cocky, cuz whoz gonna read thiz?.
future planz:: get my car, get another job at the barbershop, get a girl.. ha maybe..we'll see bout all that..
hm thaz it for now, leave me a comment if u really wanna make me happy.. but itz ok if not.. cuz im happy without u too.
1 yaself biatchez.. | | |
| yea well those picturez aint up no more cuz the free domain that i was using to link the pictures to aint up no more. but i dont got shit else to tell you so one yaself. | | |
| this entry iz specifically pichaaz..





notice the pattern?

balla statuz, yall kno.

das the stash box.

its art.

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| the red on black background is kinda hurting my eyes. i would change it to something more eye pleasing but i dont kno how to.
upcoming event:
Import Grand Tour is holding a car show at the Garden State Exhibit Center in Somerset on the 9th of August. By what i seen on the flyer it looks like its gona be off the chain. Jin is gona be hostin the MC battle. theres gona be a DJ battle, a booty dance contest (hollaaa) , a b-boy contest, hot cars and models and alla that. its gonna do 20 dollars damage to ya papers but who cares. oh you kno what else is gona be makn the the party jumpn?. its gona be Def Child's first serious stage performance. get at Importgt.com for more info
who is the Def ChiLd?
wha you kno bout Def Child/
got those hoes ta get wild//
the new kid, sprayn spits witta fresh style/
ya get bit, & catch it, sicka than west nile//
layin down tracks, when u see the left rise/
like feens on crack, believe ima get mine//
watch his weight, hes harder than frail guys/
and stop at 8, counting bars like jail time// | | |
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