I keep forgetting this thing that I want to talk about in my journal.  Everyday this one thing keeps happening and it reminds me to talk about it in my journal, but when it comes time to start to typing and stuff...I forget.  Ughhh.  Am I crazy?  Oh well...I probably am.

Check out your boy in the latest issue of Variety magazine.  That is what I am talking about.  Your boy is coming up...I'm about to be collecting that paper...therefore writing in rich text...you heard?  I don't know why I am talking like that.  I can't be Hard or Ghetto.  I have tried.  I used to always want to be ghetto for some reason.  probably cause I grew up in an all white neighbohood, so when I went around black people, I was the only white guy in black skin.  Now as an adult, I embrace my whiteness.

Anyhoo, I do have something crazy to talk about...well actually two things...my boy Shihan told me this first one.  Did you hear about the girl that committed suicide after  her boyfriend broke up with her on MYSPACE.  Get this...the boyfriend wasn't even a boyfriend.  It was the mother of this other girl that started pretending she was a 13 year old boy.  She was mad at the little girl cause she thought she did her daughter wrong.  So she pretended to be a boy and apparently made the other girl head over heals and then online she/he broke up with her.  Hmmm, I am typing fast, cause I am about to fly out, so I am not sure that this even came out right...but basically this girl committed suicide because of another child's mother.  Did you hear about that story, though?

Maybe I should just go pack and get to the airport and retype this whole thang...I have another tripped out story to tell, but I don't want to rush things.  Have you all heard about the chiterling test?  OMG!  Yea, I can't rush that.  That is important.  I am not sure what it is going to take to get black folks together.  It is crazy.  Okay...so...I am about to go get my pack on and when I get to the airport, I will come back on and tell you the whole thing...I might even copy and paste the test...it is crazy.  It is on the Internet.  It is a test that a high school teacher in the south gave her black student.  OMG!  It is crazy!  How many times do I have to say that?  It is crazy. 

Okay...stay tuned...oh, I hope I come back...if I don't then I will tell you tomorrow...I hope...if I remember...can someone remind me...my number is 555-555-1212.  Call collect.

Bless me indeed and enlarge my territory.  Keep your hands on me and keep me from my enemies so that I may cause no pain.  Halleluyah.

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