"When they Play That New Jeezy All The Dope Boys Go Crazy..."

To all my ...Ain't Goldians, I am terribly sorry I didn't post on Monday as per the usual. Is that even a sentence? Laughing. I am so done right now. Aaaaaanywho, I wasn't home Monday night in order to post. As a matter of fact I recently made it home after an evening of hard partying with my shorty and his peoples. Two words: Easy...Jesus. Remind me to never do that again.
I figured out how to download ringtones on my phone. Ask me why I was doing that and I'll tell ya I have no idea. I already have to pay a $112.00 phone bill, so why am I adding to it, you know?
OH! Ya'll ain't never gonna believe who I saw in the street today. Remember my year in review post? Okay, you remember when I was talking about The Last Straw? The one right after my Lesbian Experience? Yeah him. Looked me dead in my eye on 125th street and expected me to come say something to him! I was pissed! Okay, that's a lie. I was speechless and motionless. Which, if you know me at all, is quite a feat. To get me to shut up? I must really have been floored. As if that weren't awkward enough, I was with my new shorty at the time and here's the kicker...The two of them are peoples. FATAL HEART ATTACK! You cannot make this kind of shit up, I swear. When I finally calmed down enough to get th red out of my eyes, I realized what a major blow I had dodged when he disappeared last year. For those of you that know the situation, you can just imagine how effed up my head was for the next hour or so. I mean, the sheer size of his balls to want to say something to me. If I had had a weapon on me, I'd be posting this from a cell somewhere you hear me?

Okay, ya'll are getting me sidetracked. On to Ain't Gold.