dirtbag.

my flows are getting grizzlier and grizzlier, and this is no front. i have to quit fronting with all the good shit that's been happening to me lately. there really is no use to. but hey, these strange, coincidental chain of events can't possibly last forever.

Kogi BBQ was the shit, as always. Sorta bummed, however, on the fact that there was a limit of 4 tacos per person and they ran out of burritos already, but i don't blame em. they already had an earlier gig at my other home, Eagle Rock, earlier today, and i know eagle rockers are huge on kogi. Kogi is officially better than la estrella when it comes to its own distinct flavor of, well, even the tortillas taste bomber. Fried in lard instead of oil, i believe. Whatever, I ran an extra 200 cal w/o knowing kogi will be around town, and it all turned out for the best tonight.

Man scorch is manhandling me in ways i can't believe. did not work out yesterday, and i ate alright portions, and i woke up this morning a pound lighter.

win.

imma jinx this luck or whatever you wanna call it. but i don't give a fuck.

i'm on top of the world.