homicidal workin , killin compitation , verbal ammunition. and i figured i havent written in here so long that i needed to. it was a good weekend and some shit happened like it usually does. but i dunno, it was good. here was my weekend in an over view.

friday
+ i come down after school. lookin foward to petaluma love.
+ stephanie at la azteca made my life. deny deny.
+ 2 flakes but whatever , domo and jerrod roll.
+ jojo was hilarious i was feelin it.
+ open micers were alright, it was pretty dope tho.
+ bump blunts, hip hop communities and the optimus set
+ jarrod sleep, me and domo creep on the scene
+ muggers, lovers and pee wee herman rapped up the night.
+ "she wants your nuts?!" hahaha

saturday
+ wake up mad soon, kevin call, nice day.
+ shorts wearing, feelin great.
+ wendys' prediction is made.
+ go to erks and drink a beer and feel great.
+ the unbelievable happens. my mind gets blown
+ wrap it all up, go get jeremy. walk to safeway, moms, dads, kevins.
+ make a pizza with V DUBB CHEESE! and remember why i hate petaluma.
+ drink steves beers, call people, good times.
+ slow dances, mad romance, bump mariah carey singing.
+ walk with jarrods huge ass jacket. greg you're hella small.

sunday
+ wake up all nasty with a fat cheek.
+ call gerds, shes all nasty like my hangover, promises with jarrod.
+ get some shit and make some corn dogs
+ graffiti wall, police stop, smokin swishers and crackin jokes.
+ night over, san quinn drive home, lovin it all.

random thoughts on yesterday.

+ gerds calls at 9:30 (yea AM) after i go to sleep at 4:30 with a peppy attitude.
+ we go to the station. tatiana hasnt committed suicide yet.
+ interviewing people is funny and boring at the same time.
+ christmas shopping almost complete.
+ what am i gonna get my mom yo.?
+ saw jebe, mcbutters and sccinda.
+ cellphone mania has reached a higher peek.
+ gerds SNEAKS (not one but) two bites of my burrito.
+ shes getting punched.
+ come home, sleep is fresh. so is pizza.
+ alcohol stops, firmy whatsups. im still alive.
+ we start actin like lenny kravitz.
+ party over, party back.
+ heaven is only a mile away.
+ brittani leoni.
+ steph chuggs and is reactived on the friend list.
+ RAPE THATS RAPE YO!!
+ cupcake makers secretly reads xangas!
+ i know they're some soldiers in here, WHERE THEY AT? they wonna take care of me.
+ annie chang wouldnt freak dance with me.
+ i hate hitler and so does pat pezet.
+ everyone was doing the oral sex sign. but its all gravity.
+ party over again, crinalbert goes on a walk.
+ jack in the box, stole an ornament for no reason.
+ jarrod, thas my dogg, life behind the walls!
+ i had a dream with RHF and 20 color fills
+ and im outro. and lauryn hill is very dope.

everybody loves the sunshine.

gah la la . i made some appearances at some parties so if i saw you there whuttup, im still alive, im not dead yet. so i played that hand, tuesday was up at RHFs old house after mikel worded me up when i was walking home . it was koo seeing everyone, even tiana was giving me kristen mugs but L.C. let me know everything was copestethic. she got hers. jeff and some other dudes did too. 40 was bein funny, critter and kevin came and rolled with me back to my house and said "dude mikel is so fucked" because hey he really is . best of luck homie.

wednesday i had a date with my two loves.

me and RHF also went to SR and he let me know the skinny on everything good and bad. we saw sielo and some other bum ass dudes there, but it was all love. we did our thing and got muddy ass shoes and pants but whatevers, we came back and serious from all the fumes, i was sayin the dumbest shit. its all love tho, ROSA PARKS. thursday was turkey day as most of you people know , and i was off to pacifica (my 2nd home) as usual. aunt connie came correct with the food, jeff ragged on al because of his long hair and grandma said "howard stern? he's my friend." haha it was all love, shimada love.

spineless, rhymeless, dudes is hearrrtless.

on friday was a very erik ljung day. besides eating all his chinese food, we went on a little spree, pictures, romeos and shit. erik and me are gonna do a little zine (for serious this time) so be on the look out for that. after all that, i let some shit burn in my chest before i took a shower, which felt great. i made myself a sausage burrito and i was on my way to jarrods when i dropped the plate, but i said fuck it and went on. all those J names went over to another J name house and i had some fun. lauren let me know who the real filipino phantom was, and i sang a song to amanda when we were outside and i was pissin. i did some art work on a cop car as we left and i guess everyone was buzzin but i aint trippin . holla atcha your homeboy. zan gave me a ride to kassies and i had some nice shit to say about her , but besides that i cant really remember what down. oh ya, rachel and breast cancer , her lips kept going on and on and on and on.

just a product of this poison.

so when i woke up saturday with a baby black eye and a great hang over, i knew that this football game was gonna be tough. but it wasnt too bad, motherfucking pat stepped on my foot and im still complaining. bina bina, 50 laughs its all good . brand is obsessed now. it ended with everyone being too muddy for clothes, and if you love gay porn i probably shoulda called you cause we really did look all muddy, all gay, all getting washed down by a hose. i rode home in nothing but boxers and stopped at doms for chocolate milk. naps later, i rolled over to say whutup to jordanna. and it was good just to talk but nothing really has changed. her moms, aunt, and uncle come home and listen up right now.

Jordanna: You all are acting drunk! Gregs gonna write about this in his xanga!
Aunt: XANGA? WHO HAS XANGA? I'LL PLAY XANGA RIGHT NOW
Uncle: XANGA, NOT JENGA YOU STUPID HOE.

that made the whole trip worth it. got home late to find some of my clothes outside of my house. that always puts you in a good mood, but i just fell asleep. and when i woke up for work this morning they were still there. work was cool, even tho my boss thinks im a health freak now because i dont like soda and sweets anymore so she gave me vegatarian pizza. fuck an artichoke heart. ha , i took this book from her that looks like its meant for 13-year-old girls and its written in AIM format. i guess it goes to show that the internet has taken over my life and theres no goin back. how depressing. i think im going to go read that now, and gerds you need to up your pimpin game, ya slippin.

come on now.

i got this killah up inside of me, i cant talk to my mother so i talk to my diary.

so right now is probably not the greatest time to be writing all of this, but whatever, its a good time. im just gonna jump right into it, friday nite was there. kass kinda flaked on me, which gives me the worse feelings lately, and i couldnt tell you exactly why. maybe if you had some time to listen, we could probably get it done. but either way, i thought once again it was gonna be a bust, but kevin said fuck it and come over and lets just hang out and kick it with me and my brothers friens. so i did, it was a fun time, and we mobbed the van to go see somethin else. we got jack, saw brand , danika and drama and i ran with boomy the little dogg all over the parking lot. damn im out of shape , but whatevers. it had me feeling rela good, that run, and after brand dropped off the kids at the pool, we all came to my house and just watched me clean my room while we jammed to old michael jackson. "fuck anyone who doesnt like old michael jackson songs" . thas so true, but after a few memories and good talks later, they split, but damn was it a good nite. i didnt do shit, but i felt real good.

and its like that - and thats the way  it is.

so saturday comes like it always does. it just sat there until a certain rhf invited me over for some teryaki chicken from tina. thanks ma, it was scooped up and eaten way quick, and as soon as you knew it, we were on our pilgrimage to wal mart. fifty cans later, we're lookin for that one tunnel , but we get no luck. we try to sneak up in a quincera, but i think they were hatin on the RHF steelo and said we couldnt even take a piss up in the building. haters. split off that, come back home, go on a lil mission, run a little bit some more. hide for a second, the coast is clear. and as soon as i had something to do, i came home and did nothin. i think from now on, im just gonna do a lot more missions by myself. i hella lost that a long time ago, and its wild to get back.

see why you playin ? look at all the bullshit you sayin.

sunday popped up but it felt like a monday, but either way i got at firmy and we did our own little missions. kidnapped a little dogg, racked a can of spray, and hated on some moms . but never did i show those girls the laugh of the futuretronix. ha, we saw eyasu at the spot and he wanted to know if he could get a lift so he could get some beer, i said that was fine , but the cat hadnt took a shower in weeks and the car had an odor that was funky. i wasnt really hatin cause thats how hes livin, and who am i to judge? everyone else does. we took him to the ITS wall, and he just kinda peeped out shit. the whole scraps is buffed and im so pissed. bad dream come reality type deal. so the big news was the party at the station and the premire of the first hour show ha, and it was good. a lot of laughs, i was so embarassed cause gerds took her mom and here i was being so explicit about everything. well i guess she had to kind of know, what did u think a 17 year old boy at a continuation school did? but its one thing to think you know, its another thing to hear. but oh well, theres more on that later. so the whole party was dope, i met alex who i guess is a revolutionary cat, plus a breaker. this one punk rock girl wanted to shove her face in the cake, so i said i'd take a few pieces and shove it in her face. she got it all over me & in my hair, and other people too. she thought she was being funny, and i guess it kinda was. everyone was lovin the shit, and im thinkin i should get a newt gingrich shirt so i can pick up ladies off my fame. ha think about that. instead of chapelle and rick james, its me and newt gingrich. so after the fiasco, i came home to find out that gerds mom said "greg is like a puppy that you want to take home" which made me feel like a million dollars. i swear i would mack her if i was the correct age. ha love you renee.

and its gonna be alrite.

on this very monday of november the 22nd, i woke up around 10:30 and rode my bike . (yeah and which also felt good to feel the wind in my face) and went over to laurens. i played the radio segment for her cause she was too busy shopping, and i dont know if she liked it or not cause she was waking up eating apple jacks but it was a lot less stressful without moms in the room. we had some good laughs about other people who thinks somethins up, when they really should know better. oh and for a random thought, i want to take zan to del at the fillmore for an early christmas present, but i dunno if he'd want to go with me. ha either way. i went to work, talked some graff, talked about shows, talked about hoes and talked about how tatiana always thinks people are talking shit about her. oh well, i came home, fought with jerry like no other. i was so pissed tonite and i guess a lot of shit got resolved but i swear he can be the nicest guy and he can be the biggest jerk. and he loves to yell. which i think sounds like someone like myself. i wonder why.? guh .

i cant think of a better time to actually have a good friend to rely on that wants to hear me complain and give me good advice. but fuck all that, on the way home i heard 'longest time' - billy joel and whoa i was belting shit out. which really reminded me of the times where i was happy , and fuck ! i need to really just fix some things. but the worse thing about it, i dont even know where to start. and if its not one thing that im not happy about, then its someone that i care about not happy with me, and fuck its some shit trying to be happy with yourself especially with all the bullshit and lies thats always around everyone. i feel like i've been lying just about small shit lately, and im like damn whats goin on? its hard enough dealin with ur honest life, but now covering up more and more. thats not the person i am. i guess its too hard to tell the truth these days, or everyone would do it.

and kids be good, cause i love all of yall. - ol dirty bastard

ive been waiting til i see it in your eyes.

whats real whats plastic knowing the answer why you ask it. ahhh another weekend gone and what did i accomplish? peace of mind. ha, so peep it out. sunday night was actually the most exciting days i've had in a long time. so before i encriminate my friens, dont trip . so i was lookin for spots to hit on this sunday night in my pajams mind you, and out of the corner i see a camo marines backpack. its jarrod and jeremy, and they're walking down east washington almost to the point where it just turns into washington , so i go pick them up. they say they wonna walk around downtown and im not doin shit so i say okay. so we're walkin remembering that one time jeni came down that street and we wrote shit on her windows, then jeremy and jarrod wonna smoke. and i swear i passed , and im not just saying that for the sake of looking good. so i was looking around the alley we were in, and there was an abondon refridgerator. in the freezer, theres a little safe. theres yarn, and empty bags and papers to sue a company. im like shit i hit the gold mine, so im like guys i found a safe. they're done puffin so we roll over to pinkys is and jarrod makes a brilliant statement "if someone would stop me right now, they would know i was so high" and just at that fuckin moment. i see a ghost cop rollin up, and im like jarrod theres a cop. and he tells me to shut the fuck up but that doesnt really make cops dissapear now does it? so with jarrods good luck charm the cop stops us. he asks me whats in the safe? and i tell him i dont know i just found it in an abondon refridgerator. hes like look guys you smell of pot, and now you're telling me lies. i say look i didnt even smoke and i really did find it there. and he keeps saying "look i'll arrest you right now if youre lying to me." and searches all of us, and finds jeremys pot, pipe and 2 beebee guns.

so im sure that looked great. marijuana, a stolen safe, and beebee guns.

but either way, we got off and those two stoners really wouldnt quit about their oh my god that was so trippy bullshit. but either way, it was a good wake up call. and i guess lying never gets u anywhere. i think u had to be there. monday-thursday i cant really tell you what i did because i dont remember. i know i had dreams every night , but they've stopped now. i think some of it was parties, walking and some other shit. but friday was pretty memorable. i woke up kinda late and i was kinda buggin. then i realized what day it was the premire of quality of life the graffiti movie i've been waiting to see for so long. gerds said she promise to go with me a while back, but to circumstances beyond her control she could not attend. (she was there in spirit) so for a very hot second i was really bummed cause not of my friens could go. so as i was about to just go along, katrina called back and said she was down. so i scooped her up, and we were off. i think it was such a positive night, just the ride up talking. i know i talk too much, but whatever im glad i got my points across. so when i was interviewing, katrina told me she had a phone call for me. homeboy wanted more graff beef, its squashed but who cares . we got in just fine, everyone seemed like they were animals jumpin around and shit. but oh well, the movie started slowly but it finally came hard like thunder and lightening. the opening track was this nickatina song that was just straight fire, and it didnt dissapoint or go down after that. the whole fuckin movie was good, i wish jamie or gerds coulda came cause those are the people that shoulda watched it. either way, i was blown back by all the emotions, and probably if katrina wasnt with me, i woulda cried like a little girl. but i fought back the tears and just let tiny ones swell up and shit. way emotional, the movies the shit tho. i gotta see it again.

thank god for giving me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty, the world feel my truth.

so afterwords, me and katrina went over to jeremys where a party had been goin on. we cought the end which was cool and lame at the same time, but whatevers she was happy. "greg ive never been to a casa party before!" well there you go. it was cool shireen was lookin nice in her fit, and jarrod was drunk and sheisty but who isnt these days. night ended at 3:30 , goodnite everyone. yesterday and today were spent finishing up my story. and its done! three cheers for me. also today, me and lauren went on a mission to get her some new snowboard fits, but it was no success. she learned who does that shit on peoples birthdays, what kinda person does that in joanns, and what kinda person buys someone else juice shack. i dropped her off at her gparents crib and she had some nice words to say. dont worry its gonna be alrite. so i got the movie, better luck tomorrow, from kasch, because i think i miss somebody and wanted just something to be remembered. the movie seemed so much more shorter, less important, but still crazy powerful. "ah oh..uh... i thought i'd be fucking your girlfriend tonite, im gonna go home and stroke it good, really really good" haha. who remembers it?

now tell me that aint insecurr, the concept of school seems so secure.