I lost my car (aka I party like a Rock Star, Fuck like a Porn Star)

I lost my car (aka I party like a Rock Star, Fuck like a Porn Star)

Ok. I didn’t lose my car. I think its at the Four Seasons.

Fuck it. Monday (aka Sunday night) randoms.

  • I am still drunk.

  • Car – at Four Seasons…

  • Cell – in car…..

  • Moet Rose is piss. Fuck yall, I drink Cristal.

  • This morning was by far possibly the most difficult morning of 2008.

  • WHO LET SHUG KNIGHT OUT OF JAIL?

  • Who tha fuck let him up in the club?

  • I intensely love how I can do me… All day…. My life is crazy…

  • You valet… I park behind the club, skip the line and walk right in the back door.

  • Coke really is the New Weed….

  • I only have snippet recollections of last night, which is why I lost my car.

  • But I did meet this guy……



  • And got into a heated discussion about why charter schools are bullshit.

  • The bathroom in the suite at the Four Seasons is almost bigger than my old apartment.

  • Seriously, my life is way better than yours. You think yours is okay… and I’m sure it is… But multiply that times 10 and that’s me….

  • Still didn’t get laid.

  • Also didn’t lose my panties.

  • I heart watching motherfuckers who aren’t in the VIP, while I’m standing inside the VIP.

  • No really… My life… Way better than yours.

  • You know you in VIP when you behind a velvet curtain. Fuck yall stuntin broke bitches. True ballers value privacy…. Hence the curtain and the anonymity.

  • “You know who” tried to molest me, for the 80th time…. That motherfucker has way too much dough to be fondling my panty line… still.

  • And I’m learning to take better pictures.

  • LOL at all yall motherfuckers waiting in line. I’m like a dynasty in and of myself. Famous for just being me… Like Paris Hilton.

  • You just do you, Imma do me.. Imma do me… Imma do me….

  • Yo. I am so fuckin irresponsible… SO very fucking irresponsible. That’s why I need extra Jesus…

  • Last night a lil hazy.


So to recap… I lost my phone, my car, my sobriety and my blackberry holster.

I still have my morals, my shoes and my panties. I have no idea as to why I know everyone, everywhere. It seriously is crazy… and I love my city cuz its both big and small at the same time. Fuck it.

I am like sunshine. The only place I don’t go is the darkest of shitty crevices and its not cuz I can’t. It’s cuz I choose not to. Seriously.

Starting to sober up. Perhaps I can do some real work now.
I love my life. (and this is only the shit I can remember…..)

I can’t believe I lost so much shit. I blame Marc, Taz, Ron, Shugg Knight, all of the Red Skins, that random actor (I loved him in “She hate me”), Cali, Tre, all the Motherfuckers in sneakers in the VIP and my cell phone for makin it all possible… Oh and my lack of dinner.

P.S. Skinny bitches get drunk faster cuz we don’t eat so much.

Also, I party like a rock star, Look like a Movie star, Play like an All Star, Fuck like a Porn Star, and Drink like an alcoholic who just got a fresh liver transplant….

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