not guilty

tonight at approximately 9:05 p.m. the police caught me riding dirty.

i received my first speeding ticket of my 6 year driving career, and i cried like a b. i couldn't find proof of insurance amidst the pile of papers under the dashboard, and my tears kept flowing like nas on any verse. but after the officer said "show it to (them) when you find it" and drove away, i wont lie. i wanted to beat the mothafcka up. i was yellin and really wanted to slam a ho.

when you have more time than money, use your time. and vice versa. so when the letter comes in the mail? i'm pleading 'not guilty'. mothafcka prove it. i'm requisting a continuance of the court date, a police deposition, and real keen on finding any discrepencies in his notes. with approximately 100,000+ tickets written daily (and the average cost being $150), speeding ticket revenue amounts to a 6 billion industry- enough to make the Forbes 500 list.

only about 2-3% of traffic tickets are contested, and some 20-25% of officers fail to show up at the court date. I'm going to do some legal research, and go head to head and fight. mfcka

Dead Poet's Society

"We are dreaming of tomorrow and
tomorrow isn't coming,
We are dreaming of a glory that
we don't really want.
We are dreaming of a new day
when the new day's here already.
We are running from the battle
when it's one that must be fought.


And still we sleep.


We are listening for the calling
but never really heeding,
Hoping for the future
when the future's only plans.
Dreaming of the wisdom
that we are dodging daily,
Praying for a savior
when salvation's in our hands.


And still we sleep.


And still we dream.
And still we pray.
And still we fear.
(pause)
And still we sleep."

massage

i'd love a massage right now.

today i had work from 10-7:20pm and i didn't even take my lunch until near 6. so when i clocked back in, there was only a few minutes left. yesterday i was happy cause i was in footwear, but today's shift went by pretty fast. *happyface* we we're doing apparel moves, and my co-workers were entertaining me wit their self-inflicted overdramatic evaluations of situations. I called my co-worker a hoodrat, and she flipped cause she only heard 'rat', which in the hood implies a 'snitch', and apparently, there's no other crime worse than that lol. Another co-worker was shaking from stress over which seasonal workers were going to be kept (only 5 of 7), and told by our Manager Jason that they were probably "not going to keep you" ow.

I have Tue/Wed off, in which a gameplan is underworks to organize/sew/fix/sell our clothing. Also, I requested Sep 24-26 off for my b-day extravaganza! :-)

p.s. im straight obsessed about law&order.

hellyeah you got the right to remain silent!!

coming through

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.


Are you a believer? Cause baby I am. Rise like the sun & see more than three dimension. Quote me baby.