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Thursday, December 30, 2004

 
So, the dude that called me randomly and tried to pick up on me called my cell phone again while I was in Lalaland. He called and I recognized his phone number - I had Matt call him back. He calls, the guy picks up, and Matt starts talking 'gangsta-speak' as I call it (Matt's quite good at that, I think he was ghetto in a previous life). They exchange a few pleasantries and hang up. I don't think that guy is going to bother me again. :)

I've been brushing up on my own 'gangsta-speak' hanging around Matt - although whenever I talk like that I want to end everything with "MUTHAFUCKA". I don't know why. "Yo, what up MUTHAFUCKA??" "That shit is tight MUTHAFUCKA". I just seems to be the natural conclusion of any gansta sentence.


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