Oh, you mean Jeff.

Yeah we like to call him Jeff.

Master Middimum

I was thinking today. A little too much I would say.  There were a few things I brought to my attention.

1. I have nothing.
2. I want nothing.
3. I am nothing.
4. I need nothing.
5. I.HAVE.NOTHING.

It’s survival at this point.

(Having nothing to do with becoming overly content with having nothing)

I yelled at Hank (lil’ kitty) for misbehaving.  He straightened up and got his act together so fast I was kind of curious.  Imagine you are in a mall.  Say the mall is in…Columbia, Missouri.  You bump into a mother yelling at her 6 year old daughter (who was doing nothing but being a lil’ kiddy)  for acting very “unchristian-like”. What? Huh? @&#*!  That poor little girl straightened up so fast I was insanely furious.  When I yelled at that lil’ kitty, he straightened up just like that little kiddy.  IT.WAS.WEIRD.

Can I get in trouble for this?

Oh god. Don’t look now. Keon has returned.

And he has a few things he would like to say:

Keon….

[WARNING WARNING]

KEON THINKS THAT THIS SHIT IS LIKE A DICE GAME U JUST GOTTA ROLE EM RIGHT!!!!!!!

(I’m listening…what else Keon?)

Keon asks: Do u really say wats really on ya mind about me real talk!!!!

(hmmm…uh huh)

Keon IS SAYING SOME TIMES U NOT WANTED NO MATTER HOW MUCH U WANT TO BE SO U GOTTA FIND THAT ONE FOR U!!!!!!!!!

(uh huh uh huh)

Keon IS SAYING WAT THE FUCK I DO NOW SHIT IS CRAZY I CAN’T WIN FOR SHIT!!!!!!!!!!

(totally understandable)

.    .    .    .

(I hope that when he sees this (even possible?), he understands that I was juss playin‘)