I look good

I look good
I look good
I look good
I look good
I look good
I look good
I look good
I look good
I look good
Why you gotta hate on me?
Shit, I look good

-The Pack (I look good)




Check these sweet earrings Dana gave me yesterday after I admired them on her!
Whoa holy hell they're so hot.
I'm never going to not-wear them. Except maybe at work on account of earrings are supposed to be no bigger than the size of a nickel.

So.... I'm continuing on in hopes of being a rap star. I can't let it go. Even though MCDA has fully disbanded (we aren't even all in the same city all the time, and one of us is married), I still want to bring the mad, mad rhymes and mad, mad flava. You know?
And I'm pretty fresh, I have to say.

Or at least I get fresh, pretty much the same thing.

Clipse is my all-time favourite rap group. If you know any other rap groups you think could rival them right now, you should let me know.
I like The Pack and I like The Cool Kids... but nothing is as all-round hotttt as Clipse.

I plan on being as sexist and horrendous as boy rappers... but towards men. It's sort of like; if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Except different.

Shit. I always paint my nails and then get paint allllll over the keyboard. Fuck around.

The back of my computer, where the power cord attaches, has been really touchy and likes to shut the computer down and lose my blog entries. And it sparked a little bit. Am I going to burn down and die?

I've gotten it into my head that I'm really really hungry and no matter what I eat today I still feel empty.

This cold I've had for a week seems to only be getting worse. It's a good excuse for sleeping twelve hours, but even then I still feel worn-out and worn-down. Gross. I wish the coughing would stop. It's hard to sleep.
It's also hard to pick up babes.

me: I don't even want to pick up babes, I'd just give them my cold
s: so? Who cares? You have to be more selfish, I mean, if you had syphilis or gonorrhea, you wouldn't tell them, right?

Exactly.

I'm also having extreme stress dreams. I never have nightmares, but I've been coming close lately. What's with that?
I had dreams last night of losing children, people trapped in elevators, my entire family getting crushed by falling debris...
No, really, what's with that?

Improv teacher: "So you really do think you're great, it's not just an act to cover up your insecurities?"

Um....

I do not do not do not want to go out in the snowstorm. I shouldn't have said yes when they called me in today. Except I'm still so close to dying on the streets.
I wonder when I'll get all the riches..