Ahem .
Lol .
I'm actully taking a shit right now as i type this blog .
I'm a G .
Lmao .
So this is how it began . . .
On Saturday morning my mom decides to
take me and my sister shopping .
Yes !
Because i badly needed some clothes .
So we went .
And i was actually surprized because my grades sucked .
My mama bought me some tees , jeans , and dunks .
I Love my mother .
So we came back home after a hard days' spoiling .
And i call Chiamaka up .
so she's all like , " Yeah i'm going out with these girls, Keke and Chelso ."
And i'm like " I wanna go ! "
So i ask my mom to drop me off at her house and my mom is cool
with it .
So i ride up there to her mansion, lmao .
And she's not even dressed .
So i do her hair and Erika/ Keke , shows up .
And she's really really pretty .
No homo .
Lol .
And she drives this cute little Scion .
I used to be in love with that car ,
Now i have a heart set on a Volkswagen Bettle 2007 .
Anyway back to the story .
So then we roll up there and it's packed ,
we buy the 7 o clock show to Obsessed .
Really cool movie .
Everybody kept clapping after every scene ,
Beyonce whopped the chicks ass .
Lol .
So we walk around the lobby after the movie is over ,
And we see people we know .
We say hey , wave and shit .
Then we go outside .
Ashley , Daryn , Cody , Kiana and Kealan was there .
So we say hey to everyone .
Kealan acts like a jackass .
Who gives a fuck .
So then i see Donald, Arnell and Wes .
Lmao .
So i'm like oh Hey arnell and he's all like ,
there go Wes .
I'm like okay?
so i give e'm hugs and shit .
Wes face is redder than a used tampon .
Lmao .
Then we jet .
So me , chia , keke and chelso are in the car talking about all this dumb shit .
laughing and having a cool time .
So then we jet to mc donalds .
Chill .
get food .
Me and keke try to attack this cat .
Lmao && then keke drops me off at chia's house .
So we in there chilling and shit .
and then wes calls Chia and he's all like ,
" Man nigga these Hightower niggas in here 15 deep
talking shit blah blah blah ,
Man all i gotta do is call e-max and we'll handle it blah blah blah ."
And i'm like " what the fuck is he talking about ."
Lmao .
So then we stay up till two .
I was tired as fuck .
Lol .
So then the next morning,
Chia goes to driving school ,
I sleep in her bed until she comes back ,
then we make breakfast .
So then Wesley calls .
And i'm all like , " Wtf does he want man ? "
Lmao .
So then Wes tries to come by chia's house .
And he suceeds .
Me and chia go outside ,
Daanish , Kevin P. and Wes are in this fly ass surburban .
so we chill outside cause they can't come in .
Then they leave .
so then we get ready to go to the Galleria w/ Chia's cousins .
We go .
Have fun .
Come back .
chia's bro drops me off at home .
And that was that .
Got court tommorow to get my dispute dropped .
And homework .
So peace .
HighRise.
Contrary to popular belief:
I'm complicated.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.
What it is one time PAC DIV.
My mind is a blood red brick house on Stone street
with thousands of rooms; blue mirrors,
the auroma of marajuana and music.
Cacoethes Scribendi. Get it tattooed on my wrist.
New Orleans native. My accent proves it all.
I am finally beggining to accept the fact that I am meant to be alone.
I am forever in the cycle of change.
I tend to treat serious situations like how I treat strangers.
I'm a starving writer and a dying phtographer.
No one will ever comprehend or understand.
When I die I want Bob Marley playing at my gravesite.
I am the rose that grew from concrete.