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.
New Pic .
Just felt like taking one today .
Today was cool .
Arnell was telling me how Chris typed that dickriding blog about him .
I laughed the whole time .
Lunch was fun .
I Tried to make Tyler's lunch expierience a fun one .
He told me my blog was tight :)
Yessss :)
Took math exam .
Was pretty easy surprisingly .
Adam kept making me laugh .
Then We all went home .
I rode with Adam and we went to sonic .
Got me a slushee :)
So now I'm gonna go clean , Eat, Facebook and study .
I miught type some more laterr .
Peacee .
