werkin,twerkin

well vegas was dope. i did everything i needed to do (thread the brows, wax the ridiculous bush, cancel my wells fargo account, get me some button-downs) and everything i wanted to do (swim, mad QT with the girls, watch movies with my bro, fam time and godbaby's shower).

and on the last day, after breakfast with my fam and before the girls picked me up to do baby shoppin at target, i sat alone for a minute and got real sad. i won't be back there til december, and so many things are happening to so many people i care about, and shit's just speeding up. got a little nostalgic.

but there's nothing like sunsets on a hill in the desert, and my brother's green room has an awesome vibe, and i got 86'd from yet another bar in vegas. pretty soon there won't be any left for me to go to. wait. there are endless bars in vegas. fuck it.

now i'm back in bk and doin my internship thang and really loving it and it's the start of all things exciting and new. and i finally feel comfortable enough here to really enjoy this big ol' city.

and in a little less than a month i'll be having one last romp in texas with the homies, seeing love at its finest, and then my oh my, the wheels'll be turning..

busy means happy. and these dead things hanging to me are shedding.