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.
Hello World .Went to summer school today .
Came home .
Chiamaka and her BF Kenny came to the crib .
Chilled , Fought , Talked .
I think They are the cutest little couple .
And Kenny wants to hook me up with some nigga in Kream.
Or something like that Idk .
Then Kenny gave me a ride to work to check my schedule for
tommorow and collect my check .My first check .
:))))))) Yeeeeee !
I don't know what to buy first .
Shoes , nails , weave ? Lol .
All I know is I'm Richh Bitchhh :)
