Yeah Bonnie, they definitely let black people on MTV now. Michael Jackson broke down that barrier about 25 years ago. In fact MTV is all about Hip Hop now. Only they don't call themselves "Black People" any more, they call themselves "Niggers" or "Niggas" or "Jiggers". It's much nicer. Your new girlfriend Tiffany could do very well as a Hip Hop stylist. They really really respect women. Especially women who keep it real like you and your new friends.

All the people on MTV doing Hip Hop don't even call eachother Jiggers anymore. They call themselves 'dog'. I think Messy Bonnie Raitt started that trend cause I remember loads of guys callin her dog.

That's right... they did!
I guess I own that word.
I paved the way.
Good Lookin' out seven.

Bonnie, when I hear the word "Dog", you are the first thing that comes to mind.
For real.

Dear Blog,
Things is goin' real good with my new girlfriend Tiffany. She took me home to meet her parents and some a their friends. Now I see where Tiffany gets it from. They is all really good people and they make you feel right at home.

This here is her aunt June. Everyone just calls her Junebug though. She's real sweet.

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An this is her Granny. I hope Tiffany still looks this good when she's her age... 44!!!!

Messy Bonnie..Wake Up girl..you're havin' a dream. Those people are trash..you don't wanna hang with them hon. Get it together girl, you're reachin' a new all time low.

Bobby... Wake Up girl!
We're talkin' about Messy Bonnie.
Have you ever seen HER mom?

Aw, I love that picher a my mom.
Now you fellas know where I get my good looks!

Dear Blog,
What the hell day is it?
Where the hell have I been?
I hope I didn't miss the Cheez Whiz reunion.
Sweetie's gonna be pissed off if I miss it.

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I missed that reunion too. Now everyone is gonna think I was with you unless I can find my alibi, that huge Greek guy I rode in the bus toilet with all the way from Albany to the Port Authority that night. My social life would be over if Sweetie thought I was a no-show cause I was wallowing with you Bonnie.

Hmmmmmmmm

Huh?
Oh sorry, I musta dozed off.
What are we talking about?

Dear Blog,
I don't know what it is about this time a year but I always get senna-mental. I start rememberin' 'bout all my old girlfriends from high school. They was a great bunch a girls. Good people. We had a lot of fun, doin' what young girls do. Pillow fights, talkin' 'bout boys, that kind a thing. I wonder what theys all doin' now? Theys probably all doctors an' lawyers an' shit.
This page is from my yearbook. For some reason they put all our pichers in the back. Said it must a been a mistake at the printers. Oh well.
That's me in the bottom right hand corner. I guess I was upset 'cause they put that black box over my eyes. Everyone still knew who it was though, I don't know how.

Dear Blog,
I been up all night goin' through my photo album, goin' down memory lane.

Here is a cute picher a me when I was a little baby.

An' here's me at my birthday party.
The school made me wear glasses for a year 'cause my vision was so blurry. Then they realized that I was just drunk.

An' this here is my uncle Earle.
He taught me all about the ways of love.

This was my first drivin' lesson.