I went out after work and stayed out till about 5 AM. I got home and took in a couple of winks. Then I woke up at 9 AM and walked around my new neighborhood. I did some laundry and ate a cheesburger. I called my love Jetta and sent some noughty text messages to another friend back home. I called my internet intrest and cancelled my trip to Long Island. Then I rushed back home, took a quick shower, and headed to my interview. I got there exactly 15 minutes early, spoke to (flirted with)the secretary and then spoke to Mr. Rogers. Ha Ha! Mr. Rogers, that killed me. It went well. I have another interview on Friday. Ok, now I gotta go rent a movie and relax. I'm dead tired, what a day!

So I was going into my room at the shelter on Saturday…. And I see someone come out. Out of my room. I saw red. I just remember yelling and then I see him face down on the floor. One of the staff members came up and broke up the fight. It wasn't much of a fight, though. They called the cops. The cops looked at the survielence videos and couldn't see anything. I guess they couldn't prove who hit who first, or even if I hit him, period. they told me I would have to speak to my caseworker before they let me back in. It was a weekend so that meant Monday. I crashed at Andre's place. I've been there since. I feel great. Especially today when I was cleaning out my room. I felt so good. I found some old stuff that I hadn't seen in months. I found my old sneakers, the ones that I came to NYC with. The ones that were completely worn out. I walked alot of miles in those. I had written the date: 11-08-01. That was the day I left home. So this time around I wrote in 9-24-02. The day I was officialy out of the shelter. FREEDOM!!! I'm speaking to another one of my internet girls. This one seems pretty cool. I'm going to Long Island tommorow to meet her. Wish me luck! Peace out my niggas and niggets, this Harlem Hoodrat is finally out of Harlem Hood! So I'm in the Bronx now. Holla! I should have my own place this week or next. Andre's landlord knows I'm staying there so he's working on getting mine now. I hope I get it soon! Later…

Tommorow is one year after everyone's life changed. We're still here. The world is not going to end. And if it does I can gaurantee that we will not go out without a fight. I love my country and I love New York. I love all of this assholes in this raunchy city that is the Big Apple. I love the vial, retched homeless people in the trains, I love the prostitutes that spread disease, I love the money hungary that worship thier wallets as they sip their Starbuck's Caramel Frapachinos. I love my family… Even the ones that disgust me. I love the problems in my life. I love the self loathing idiots that used to call themselves friends. I love the whore that fucked up life by sleeping with my bestfriend. I love my deginerate father who gave us nothing but tears and bruises instead of food and comfort. I love my pornography. I love this computer that I have to keep re-booting. I love my cell phone that never gets decent reception. I love these girls that tell me they have boyfriends after we sleep together. I love drugs. I love to hate…. But I love the fact that I can say what I can because of this great country of ours. To all our enemies… FUCK YOU ALL! Love one another. See ya all soon!REMEMBER THAT OVER 3,000 PEOPLE DIED FOR US ALL. GOD BLESS.