Hey y’all, Nick here with some news that ticked me off and should tick you off too. So remember that homeboy Dale my lady friend was stepping out with for some food? She told me that Dale was her ex and they were all friendly and shit but just friends, blah blah. Same old story, ya dig? But anyway, when I ran a people search on the Dude it turns up that she and him weren’t just dating ya know, oh no, they were MARRIED. Yeah, you read it right, the big M word. I guess they’re divorced now, I didn’t read that far into the report because I was so shocked. Married and she didn’t tell me? I thought we were all close and intimate but I guess not! What a lying bitch! I’m going to get her back, yeah, by trying to find people to cheat on her with. Am I that childish? Hell yes I am, this is just NOT cool after I was all chill about her hanging out with her ex Dale. I so cannot believe it, this is probably the worst thing that ever happened to me aside the time I got pulled over with a car full of rocks. There’s still a lot of stuff I’d like to say to the cop who pulled me over when I was 16. But all those words will pale in comparison to what I’m gonna say to queen bee and Dale dog.

Yo yo, what’s good yall? Nick checking in. For real though, I’m kinda diggin this blogging thing. I dunno why, I can’t explain it, but it just sits well with me. Real talk, I gotta hand it to my girl for putting me onto this scene. I don’t know that it’s making me more sensitive or what have you, but at least it is giving me an avenue for self-expression. Oh and her little outing with homeboy — Dale was the name, I believe — turned out to be nothing more than friends enjoying a bit of food together. My boys stay clowning me, say my girl’s stepping out, but whatev. I still ain’t sweatin’ it! In fact, she and Dale been going out a few times since then, and things still cool, so I’m cool. Not gonna lie though..I have been thinking about running a people finder on Dale to see what the cat’s really about. We’ll see if it comes to that. If it do, I can definitely pull up this cat’s address find out where he sleeps at. I ain’t gonna do nothin, just in case, ya feel me? Ok, enough of that. Rant Farm still has me dying, yo. Check out this rant To The Leap Year. Comedy. I been getting diesel too. Mad brolic, hittin the weights every day. I use Damage Control Master Formula to help recover from the workouts. Alrite. Peace!

Whatup internet. This is Nick, and I’m still trying to blog…trying to keep my girl happy, nahmean? Well, I’m getting used to it a bit now and I think I’m getting the hang of it. And my blogging doesn’t preclude my brewskie consumption. In fact, I’m having a Heinie as I type and damn, is it delicious. My girl’s still an addict (I see you, boo) but I might be picking up the habit, strange enough. So she’s going crazy with the boyfriend searching and she found this one cat named Dale that she used to get down with. They’re going out to eat tonight. He’s picking her up at our place, so I’ll get to meet the dude. My boys say I’m being played, but I ain’t threatened. I’m secure in my shit. So we’ll see what happens. While she’s gone I’m gonna get up on people search and try to see who if I can locate a person. Ha, watch me become a private eye or something! Crazy, right? Watch me search for people instead of watch the game. Nah, won’t happen. Alright, I’m gonna go read Rant Farm - To The Economy. Peace.

Word.  Nick here.  I’m not a big blogger.  To be honest, I think blogging is kinda lame.  But my girlfriend thinks it may help me get more in touch with my feelings.  I think she’s full of it, but I’ll humor her - because she’s my girlfriend right?  (You know that’s the only reason I’m doing this, honey.)  Yeah, to be honest, I’m much rather sit back, enjoy some brewskies and watch the game than spend hours and hours on the internet like she does.  (I’m telling you, girl, you’re an addict.)  One of her favorite things to do is track down her old boyfriends.  I don’t mind.  I’m not jealous or paranoid or anything.  There’s no way any of those shrimps can offer her what I can.  But whatever, she wants me to keep a blog, so I’m more emotionally avaiable, so here goes nothing, hey honey?