Stevie Wonder - My Fake Diary

Thursday, 6 November 2008

Today's trip to the bank was as enjoyable as the last, filled with the sounds of people screaming and horns honking and an occassional "thud" noise coming from the hood of the car. Tom Tom was doing its best giving me advance warnings on whether to turn right or left, but they need to update that damn software to include things like a notification when traffic lights turn red or green.

I eventually made it to my branch and up to the ATM after driving over what felt like two curbs, but the H2 tires are big enough to deal with all that. If it wasn't for the braille touch pad on drive up ATM, I'd always run out of cash and a playa like myself "gots" to have the green in order to get the pink, if you know what I'm saying.

It was a short trip to the strip club after that, except that my regular girls weren't there. I hate that when I'm feeling some of that stank close to my nose but not being able to tell if the stank is a skank. They tend to take advantage of the blind guy when they can. Next time I'll have to bring one of the possey so that they can help sort out the p@ssy. Stevie likes the hotties, almost as much as he likes talking about himself in third person....

Peace.