#allgreeneverything

I'm baked right now. Watchin Maury on TV, watchin The Last Dragon on my Macbook, and listening to music on the pod.

I feel uncertain today though. Slight inkling that somethings wrong... I don't know.

Fuck it... "Time goes by, puffin on lye ; Hopin that it gets me high..."

Theme song for today... Krazy - Makaveli.

I wish this nigga hadn't died when he did, he still had a lot to accomplish. As famous as he was, as well known... as many people were on the street where he was shot... no one has been charged...

For some people it makes no sense, for some people it makes perfect sense.

Beware Babylon.

Bitch WHAT

lol @ me updating only to stop using this again.

Shit. My birthday is on the first of next month.

I'll be sure to get sloshed and come back and blog, I'll be 21 and sippin legally finally.

Trees > Drank though. I'd rather be on some clouds than on the ground stumbling around.

Aint shit changed though. Macbooks = win. Kaira's a beast.

I still love bop. #amen

Where have I been...

Hiatus over?

Who the hell am I to say no, no, no....

(c) Drizzy.

Anyway, fuck that nigga. Check this out.



JoJo killed Drake's song. smfh.

I love it.

She's on my list of females whose inner walls I gotta coat, word to Mylanta.

JoJo, Keri Hilson, Bria Myles.

That is all.

Maybe Lady Gaga... undecided.

Bout to play Sims 3 BOW.













*commits that*

Fuck your feelings NIGGA.

It's come to my attention that I'm weird as hell.

I mean I already knew that but more people are catching on.

"Sin a bit...pray more. Thank you for this day Lord. Only answer to you, so I shouldn't have to say more..."

Stuck in my head all day... ah.

Meaningless blog.

BOW... BOW..... BOW..... BA-BOW...

This nigga Yung LA amuses me. Almost as much as J Money and Travis Porter.

Let's see, what's new... uhhhhhhh copped a Travis Porter mixtape and I'm upset at the fact that that nigga is allowed to make music. Had like 3 good tracks, but the good tracks were ill as fuuuck. Loud = official.

Gucci Mane's new mixtape is certified piff. Get that if you don't have it. It's been my riding music since it dropped. Turned up the bass too... subs knockin like shit... got my car shakin like a stripper tryina pay her car note.



Umm this Twitter shit is kinda cool. My linkage.

Hit that up and watch me do me. Pause.

I hit a slump on shoes cuz I been spendin all my cake on high grade bud... Bout to get some black Chucks today though. No Taylor Gang. Okayyyyyyyy.

lol

Shit lemme see... Damn I type/blog/text/tweet exactly how I talk... hm.

Bout to go write/record/watch Scooby Doo. Off from work today... ah yes.

Applying at some other places this week though... I need a new job. Involving shoes preferably.

Sports Zone and Foot Locker, here I come.......... BOW.

I always say "she's not my type"...

And never knew exactly what my type was.

So for the 10 or so people that ask me a month, I know what I like now.

Race is not an issue. I like all shades and colors, as long as theyre not blonde. Sorry.

There's no height requirement.

You have to have some sense of style... If you can go from skinny jeans and some fresh ass Nikes to a nice little dress and some flip flops... you're good money. I hate OD matching too. And I'd honestly prefer you in my shorts and a tee....

I have a thing for weird girls. Girls with random problems. That sounds weird and kinda horrible, but that's always what I end up wanting. I love quirks.

Girls that smoke cigs aren't high on the list, but I can accept it. As long as you don't mind gettin zooted once in a while.

You have to love cuddling and you have to love sex AND fucking. They're two completely different things, and you have to love both. Freaks are my kryptonite. Have a nigga weak smh.

You gotta be able to cook... I don't mean like full out meals and shit, but damn you gotta be able to at least follow box directions. If you go out of your way to make a meal for me from a recipe or some shit, I might fall in love smh.

Loud and obnoxious = fuck out my face. I can't stand it. You gotta know when it's okay to wile out and when you're supposed to act like you have some kinda manners.

Slow jam lovers are appreciated. Slow grindin in my bed... or in the shower... lawd...

Be a good kisser. Suck my lip, bite it, pull me close to you... all that good shit.

Love music. With at least 90% of your heart.

I'd prefer you be comfortable with yourself, and a "fuck what you tombout" attitude is perfect...

Materialism is ass, but I love shopping and I'd like it if you did too. lol

I don't even know what else right now to be honest.

Thats about it I guess.