kicking it old skool

Morning peeps

So it is with great dismay that I have to announce that it's Herr Rudolf's last day in Sunny S.A. for a while. He's leaving for Dubai tomorrow morning, so needless to say we're gonna lose the plot tonight :)

To make sure we do it right, the founding fathers of G-Unit hit the strip last night. We checked out Opium, which had some "office party" thang going on. It was ugly. Bumped that, and cruized into Fez, which was packed to roof with titties! Lemme just say that school is out, and the class of '04's got it going on!! SHAKE THAT SHIT BABY!! :)

It's a bit of a double edged sword though, cus it was also packed with assholes. These little fuckers think they're the shiznit and I had to fight every ounce of my being not to have to go gangsta-rapper on thier overflated egos. It got me pondering this question: was I that fucked up when I was 18?

Naturally the answer is a resounding NO. At least, I don't think. Then again, in my Plan A I was supposed to be a god damn millionaire by 22, and we all know how that one went. :/

Now older, wisier and strickingly more handsome, I realise that the world owes me absolutly less than fuck all and I have to take control of my own destiny...

Which brings us to our next point: Operation Go-Ahead-London is geared and ready to fire! All the docs are in the house, including the super-sexy letter of recomendation (aquired via gun point). Man, can't hardly wait to get my ass over there! There is the small matter of Summer in Cape Town that we simply HAVE to deal with first though. And ladies, NOTHING beats summer in Cape Town!!

[G], out.

your little princess is my little whore