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.



4.11.2010

The undying search of perfection can transform you into something you thought you would never become. The high standards of pleasing people have skyrocketed the needs of plastic surgery. Maybe if people didn't complain to me about my flat ass, I wouldn't consider having surgery to get a booty like Tracee Ellic ross. (Look left.) GODDAMN! Haha.
Matter of fact, It's something that's bothered me since I was like 13. I already have tits like the white bimbo above. (See Heidi Montag)
But I feel like I have an ass, I'll be unstoppable. But hey, I'm not rich, so I'll do sqauts and lunges and all that until I see some change. I mean hey, they always say If you don't like something about yourself..change it. I'm a big fan of transition and rapid change. But there's a difference between good change and bad change. I guess man, I got shit to do.