Well it's been a slow month.
And my life has been boring.
The highlights of this month were that it was my 17th birthday.
But it was the worst birthday I can possibly remember.
Nothing bad happened, it just was wack.
I didn't go to Jay-Z's concert :/
I didn't get my belly button pierced either.
But I will in March during spring break, I don't care what my dad says.
It's my navel I can do whatever I want to do with it.
I've had some good music to listen too also.
And I got a couple dollars on my birthday, too bad it's all gone.
But I'm finna get a job at Hooters :)
Hopefully.
I'm going about my life now. bye.
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.
