I Ain’t Sweatin
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!
