you know you're ghetto when: you wait at the bus stop and you bounce to people blaring the radio in their car.

i saw a lady doing that today, and the word "ghetto" instantly popped into my head.
thus todays title, and title for a couple days i think, as my creative libido dies or goes to elsewhere.
for those of you new to my mind, i change the title of this blog almost every time i blog in it. blog, its a verb and a noun, how novel.
it was a hilarious sight to see. but i could also be ghetto because i have a car i dont drive and i ride my broken bike to school.
hopefully i can get an adjustable crescent wrench from someone (jeff) and fix it (jeff). oops disregard last set of parenthesis. :)

i recieved a letter from my asian pear to one "Lukey Luke Luke". Did she douse it with her perfume.....?????????

a phone, a guitar, a physics book, a classroom and a dirty sink wait for me. cya.