wendy's turned enta something serious

if you know me by now , im about business. dont get it twisted up or anything , i like some play time when it come time for that , but business first. i aint got no anchors in my life. it been working good for me like that for a good minute. even still i gotta let birds know where they can fly with me. you gotta put them on the page from the jump. otherwise you gonna be running enta some problems. and a problem equals drama. no question. most birds just want to get enta to some high octane dramatic shit with you. its in their feathers. so thats why i put em up on some shit before we get down. for example , this is what went down today. to protect this birds name and shit , i'll just call her blogette. so blogette give me a call early in the day, right around the time im making a trip up to mt vernon to meet up with an associate. its dinner plans and evrything and it will work good for me with the return drive so im with it , im in. i do what i gotta do and get back down to manhattan around 430, 5. blogette wants to know what place i got reservations for, and im telling her i aint make no reservations. didnt have time for all that , so we going to churchs or wendys or some shit. she sounded mad disappointed but she agreed to meet me at the wendys restaurant. now we talking, and catching up on things and i get a call. i got to take it i tell her and i be right back for you. now you have to picture that im dressed in a fine cotton 3 piece suit , and im carrying a brief case. the brief case is the most important detail here. i cant tell you whats in it , all i can tell you is that its my work for the whole week. so i have to cut into the bathroom to take this call. i cant be talking business in front of all the people waiting to cop baconators. i go enta the stall , flip the lid on the toilet , sit down. i put the briefcase right beside me and get enta this call. prolly about a few minutes roll by and now someone is in the bathroom , and this mahfucka gonna try to jack my briefcase. all of a sudden it gets pulled out the fuck of my sight. i drop the phone , bust open the door and this mahfucka is just out the door when i kick the fuckin shit outta the back of the door. im thinking i got this penguin layed out in the hallway and im getting my shit back stat. i grab the door , look down , dafuckoutahere ! its fuckin blogette. that shit just made me more angry so i kicked her in the back of her neck and broke out. she just crossed the line, matter of fact , she done crossed the line and stepped out into the point of no return. done deal with that. number deleted in the cell and oh well.

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ay. so its been a while since i blogged. one of you loyalist penguins put me up on that. appreciate that sincerely. i ain't gonna come at you with any reasons or excuses why, i just dont roll like that. not my style for a while.
its a new month now. got to tighten up the reserves. ya know, focus. a lot of shit got put out of balance with the books. time for some adjustments. set some time together to organize, motivate and coordinate. thats how shit got to happen. its in my job description. i ain't playing checkers with these penguins, im playing chess. and when you play chess, you got to think carefully before you go make moves. thats what separates the amateurs from the pros. some new jack cat is gonna see that stack and want to take a grab at it. so i just sit back and let him do his thing with it. he gonna run up and try to get it off and not see big cray chilling in the vestibule with the toast. see how quickly he fucked up. bet he not gonna make that mistake again. its like i have to school these new jack penguins in the art of hustling. but naw, i aint got no time for that. im an entrepreneur for real. its in my blood. shit, let me find a way i can make some cheese of this bloggin shit and ya know i will. but thats for later, right now i got to lay my head down for a big today tomorrow. big things is poppin.