either you let me go...or give me love, love, LOVE!
You may be wondering why in the monkey hell I have a video from School Daze on here. Well, I'll tell you. At least once a week (usually when I need a little enlightenment, entertainment, laughs, or a really passive-aggressive way to irritate Mr. Man), I like to blast this song and sing along and pretend that I'm Jane Toussaint from the movie School Daze (directed by the great Spike Lee). It's a very entertaining movie about the black college experience in America. Watch it...it's on Youtube in about 50 different parts.
Anyhoo, I blast this song and dance around like a damn fool while I try to imitate the faux-Supreme moves that Tisha Campbell and Jasmine Guy (and the other two unknown heifers) are busting. And I can never get it right, except for the arm part at the beginning...I'm really good at that one. But this shit never fails to entertain me. And the song might just get you going too...especially if you imagine my funky ass singing and dancing to it. I just wanted to share this with you, my dear readers. All 3 of you. I know how much you care about the different ways I like to entertain myself. (Have y'all been spreading the word? Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm assuming the orders of Slim Jims I sent to you all haven't arrived. Well, don't look for them now. That'll learn you. I'll just eat all of the Slim Jims myself. They're especially tasty with Dipsy Doodle corn chips.)
Ok, so I haven't blogged in a bit. And honestly, it would have been virtually impossible during the last two weeks. If I wrote a list (and I will soon) of all of the things that have happened to me over the last three weeks you just wouldn't believe me. I KNOW you wouldn't. But this shit right here is called The Misadventures of a Mad Monkey Misfit. And if you don't know, you better AXE somebody. Ughh...I'm so tired. One day recently I even forgot to eat. What kind of fucked up shit is that? Me forgetting to eat is like Pookie (New Jack City reference for those of you who just don't know) not fiending for crack or like Smokey (Friday reference and if you haven't see that movie just take your stank ass right up off of my blog and don't fucking come back) not wanting to smoke that wacky tobaccky all day long. So it's been a rather stressful time folks.
But I promise that I will be getting back to this writing shit ASAP. If for no other reason than me needing to express my feelings and get these misadventures out of my head. The craziness of it all is making me wanna holler!
Peace bitches,
M.M. Misfit
Please excuse the unnecessary cussing. You know the stress and tiredness just bring it out in me. And if you can't understand, then blow it out your fucking ear. (My ma taught me that one...but without the fucking part.)
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