Okrrrray... my birthday was the hottest ever... I had a good ass time.  First thing in the mornin'  my lil jumpoff negro Rayquan came over... usually I would have cussed his lil' ass out but he brought over some breakfast takeout from Denny's.  He bought me a Grand Slam breakfast... shit was right.  I tore it up within a few minutes and then he gave me a full body massage and handled this chocolate body like a real thug should!  He started to wear out his welcome after a hour so I said thank you and told his ass to step!  Shit, I got thangs to do.  But I made sure he gave me some dough before he left.

I went down to the local hood plaza to buy me some things.  Miss Ling-Ling shows me mad love so when I told her it was my birthday, she threw in a couple of dresses and a pair of shoes for free.  She also told me that they started gettin lacefront wigs and wanted to know if I was interested. I was like hell muthafuckin yes... and I bought me a crute lil Beyonce lacefront.  I even bought a Michael Jackson lacefront... it looked just like his hair in the Remember the Time video.  She sold the second wig at half price, and I was mad happy cuz you know how tight them Asians be.

After that, I went to the taco truck cuz I was cravin a quesadilla like crazy.  My girl Conchita was workin there and I told her it was my birthday.  Some mexican dude was starin like at me like crazy while he was waiting for his order.  Conchita threw in a second quesadilla for free of course.  While I was eatin my food, that same Mexicano dude was watchin me eat.... Hell I don't blame him cuz I was gettin down like Monique on some bbq ribs.  He walked up to me and asked "What can I do for you..."  My first thought was "Not a damn thing!"  you know cuz I only fuck wit the bruthas.  But I was feelin thristy for cocktail and since it was past noon I said "Buy me a drink."  He took me to the bar and bought me two doubles... I downed them two drinks, gave him a peck on the cheek, said Gracias, and bounced.  I made sure he wasn't following me.

I was feelin nice and tipsy when my girl Shanisa called me up from Los Angeles.  She be makin that video-ho-fessional paper.   She let me know that if I make  it the airport within the next hour, she would fly me down to LA to kick it.  I was like coo... I quickly went to the airport and was a lil dissapointed.  Shanisa hooked me up with this cheap ass hood Soul Plane type airline.  The chick at the ticket counter was typing information in with some long ass fingernails and shit.  I was lucky enough to make it to Los Angeles and my girl took me out to the nearest Swap meet.  I found the hottest outfits there that you cant get in Seattle.  After that, we went to din-ter and hit up all the clubs.  Bruthas was jockin me like crazy... got numbers left and right.  It was the truth.  I decided to stay there for the weekend cuz I was havin too much fun.

Im back in wack seattle right now... Don't worry y'all im goin to be back  with more shit talkin and fun...  The Dyme Movement is just beginning.