In the words of the funniest man on TV: I'M RICH BIIIITCH!

I just got my refund from Massa and nem in the big house at the IRS and I'm a happy slave!

I'm just gonna get shit that I really want. Like my iPod and some nice storage things for the house. I really haven't bought shit for the house and now is the time. I'm gonna pay off a credit card and free myself of the shackles of corporate oppression in the form of credit card debt.

Damn that was a mouthful. But you dig what i'm sayin.

Today is my linesister N's birthday and I'm so looking forward to seeing her. I haven't seen her in months and it will be a big ass treat to hang out with her.

My homegirl V is a complete nutbag. Go here to see why.

She's funny as hell.

Well, I'm tired and gassy. None of these things are new however. I just want to fart in piece. Everytime I go to the bathroom for some alone time, some chick walks in and fucks it all up for me.

Maybe I'll start using the executive washroom. I just keep getting this vision that I'll walk in and the CEO of my company would be in there with his nuts in the wind. I don't think I can handle that. If you ever saw homeboy you would understand. *Cringing* So I'll keep using the slave crappers.

So thus ends today's edition of Too Much Information.

Thank you and I'll be here all week! Don't forget to tip your waitress.

Later.......