Return of the Mack
May 14th, 2004Welcome back to my world, peeps! New face, new duds, new outlook, new things to talk about. We’re all about the NEWness up in here. I’ve got tons of shit to tell ya’ll about, like what I been up to and where I been going and why the hell my blog died, but why go back and discuss things that don’t apply anymore? Let’s move FORWARD and talk about the things that matter: like the fact that I’m turning a ripe 25 years old tomorrow and my foolass is about to get even more neurotic. Instead of throwing myself a party in the city, I’m kicking things off right proper Big Easy-style (New Orleans!) just to make sure things go down the way they need to — it’s all about relaxing and dancing and po boy sandwiches and busted up old mansions and hurricanes on Bourbon St, not to mention rocking a deep tan sexy enough to make total strangers wanna love me down. I’ll be back with pictures and everything, I can’t fucking wait. Isn’t it thunderstorming in the south right now, tho? I gotta pack an umbrella or something, otherwise it’s all me walking in the downpour along Jackson Sqare, listening to Coldplay on my ipod and sobbing into the rain with Chris Martin (and I like to save sappy shit like that for Manhattan). Big big love, btw, to uberwhizkid Shan who has once again set me up with a kickass layout. How do I look, dudes? Please act like you know that my milkshake continues to bring all the — oh nevermind. More to come, I gotta go do some shit. Sing it with me: Return of the mack…. you know that I’d be back!
I must say, I kind of missed you folks. Thanks for standing by.
