Level 25

Life is such an RPG right now it's ridiculous. I'm broke as fuck, but XP grindin out this bitch. Lusting for new gear but unless i start robbing people or opening random chests it aint gonna just appear. I think I just beat a social mini-boss and i like to travel in parties.

Don't really need to keep serious track of any of it. Between Myspace, Facebook, grades, payscale, board rankings, body fat, lookin fresh, and sexual checklists, it pretty much looks like this without the cool equipment.


Nappy Roots tells me to ball it out. I listen.

I LIVE for Timberlee. I swore Kristina did the intro.

Todo Mundo results via Weekend Party Update. Hartford represented thoroughly.