I'm pretty sad that I left this blog here to rot away. I don't know what I was thinking. I worked really hard on this layout and I gave my all to make a positive comeback. The sad part about every post is that it's me trying something different. Something that I'm really not. Dude, I'm a personal blogger. I write about my experiences and how I'm feeling; therefore, trying to show you gadgets and fashion isn't really my forte. Visit Kanye's blog for some shit like that. I'd rather stay true to myself. The overly emotional, overly opinionated, hell of a good writer Jay. I promise from here-on-out that's all you'll get from me. The hard part will be deciding what goes here and what goes on my other blog.
One of the main reasons I stopped blogging here is because of a situation about my layout. That took all of the love out of this page. Seriously, I gave it up. Like, a layout? Come on, can we get over that? It's cool. We back to being friends, it's over. I'm back to being Hova. Well, not exactly. That was a lyric, by the way. I do that sometimes. Really, though. I'm going to enjoy writing here and enjoy my dope layout. Fuck what everyone else is talking about. I don't have many readers here, though. My other blog has the whole world's eyes in it's possession. What can I do to set this one apart from the other? Any suggestions? Don't give me nothing wack, either.
I have plans for today. Nothing that's really productive, besides going to this place to fill out an application. I need a job. I'm also meeting with the manager there. This should be interesting. They see me and hate to hire me. I sound better on paper than I actually am. It's not like I look like a thug or anything. I'm just freakishly large, standing at an impressive 6 feet and 8 inches. I think people are intimidated. Hell, that's probably why my last job didn't put me on the schedule as much. Everyone there was a small, petite, white woman. Not that I have anything against them, but the big black guy just doesn't fit in. They continued to hire little white women. Guess what? I'm really pulling the race card.
I'm debating on if I want to remove the music from my blog or not. I've kind of outgrown the concept. I do like the soundtrack, though. Never mind, I'll keep it. If you hate it then you can suck my testicles. Not literally, though. That's just a figure of speech for expressing a strong disapproval of something. I hope that clarifies things. I'm not really some pervert who likes random people to suck on his testicles. That'd be disgusting, wouldn't it? Don't mind me. I'm really sick. Someone needs to come take care of me, asap.
I wonder if there is a way that I can connect the RSS feed of this blog to the other one. That'd be pretty sick. When I post a post here it shows up there. Well, thinking about it, that's a little much. I wouldn't even want to do that. I still like this name way better than the name of my other blog. I had to change it so the militant protesters would leave me alone. They really were going hard on me. When I changed it, they made a screenshot of some of the posts from the google cache! How weird is that? I wonder if they've found this one, too? I hope so. That'd be all of the publicity I need to get it back up and running like it used to be. I'm kidding.
Have a great day, everyone!
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