Initially I started writing this entry complaining about all the ways I was ruining my life.
1. In my evaluation I was told I suck at my job. Basically in every way possible
2. I am reading not one but two self help books. Its OK. Judge me. Just I would you.
3. School. I don't want to discuss it or I might freak out like I did in my counselor office. His response to my out of character flush of emotions....
"Somethings wrong. Are you pregnant?"
As I wrote each agonizing sentence I wrote about my life I realized something. I dont even want to read this shit. I sound like every other rusted up bear trap with a blogspot. Instead of wallowing in my trouble, lets think about the future.
Lets indulge in the exceedingly popular route of spiraling out of control. Which of the following options could I take so I can officially become a train wreck?

A) Drug Dealer: Chance to live out my favorite rap songs, and then eventually end up jail or die a horrible horrible death. This could also result in me getting my own hour on the best show on BET "American Gangster". All of those people look miserable now

but they forget "I AM ON BET".


Makes it all worth it now, right?

B) Drug addict: Laughter, Sorrow, Bleeding from every hole in my face. What wouldn't I learn from being a crackhead? Most importantly I would also improve my dancing skills. Remember Gator's new dance in Jungle Fever. Or I could finally learn the harlem shake, like Tyrone Biggums.



C) General Whoring- Now I know this sounds bad,but the world oldest profession has come a long way. Thanks to Pretty Woman and the accessibility of internet, prostitution has hit new heights. Brothels and street corners have the feeling of impending death constantly in the air. maybe its the legend of Jack of the Ripper or too many episodes of America's Most Wanted, either way there are more options.

= RECORD DEAL
= COLLEGE FUND
= TV SHOW

Whoring has gone mainstream and I'm sure this results in a book deal. Everything results in a book deal. Fantasia "wrote" a book and she can't read.

However all of these women pay a price



You can't write a rap song about how you downed a couple Plan B's and took 30 scoulding showers after being with Mr. Burns or Moesha's brother. ughh. I think I'd rather get shot.