naia. twenty. african-american. bronx born. harlem raised. random. preacher's kid. hyperempathist. aspiring designer.
co-founder of ORIGIN8TY9INE. renovative. messy neat freak. spiritual. extroverted introvert. bookworm. talkative. asshole.
gospel rapper. in love with love. writer & poet. imaginocreative. something like a singer. high quality example of intelligent design. mp3/internet/cell phone junkie. macs are evil. fragile heart. tough shell. txt msg'r. therapist. introspective. overprotective. night owl.
i'm not a player, i just crush a lot?

Thursday, January 3, 2008

headache.

today is my daddy's burfday :]
he turned 44.
i went with him all the way out to his job.
met his RA's. they're cool.
Stanley and Justin are my favorites, but shhhh, don't tell, lol.
[ requests them on facebook ]


ummm, so yeah.
last night i was on the phone with Kevin and i was tryna convince him to stay on the phone a little bit longer.
he goes "aiight, i'mma call you back in ten minutes".
i went to sleep and i haven't heard from him since.

PAUSE
wait.
yes, i have, though it really wasn't anything.
i saw him online and ALL I EFFIN' SAID WAS "hey".
he told me he was with some friends
and to give him a minute.
before i could type back "sure", he signs off.
have i heard from him yet?
OF COURSE I HAVEN'T.

[ breathes ]
i think my stepmom's mood is rubbing off on me.
plus i have a headache.


i mean, i have no issue with him having a life.
pffft, i mean, he had a life before het met me, so who am i to stop him?
but when i'm told that someone will get back to me
I FUCK'N EXPECT THEM TO GET BACK TO ME.

[ breathes again ]



Naia: i'm blawging my troubles away, lol
Chelsie: I wish I could blog my flu away
Naia: that'd be awesome
Chelsie: Imsayin!
Naia: blog number one - HAHAHAHAHAHA, ALLA Y'ALL GOT MY FLU NAOW [ downloading - chelsieflu.exe - 76% completed ]
Chelsie: LMAO

i love my bewskie chelsie. <3
i'mma be the maid of honor ather wedding.
COMPARE YOUR LIVES TO MINE AND THEN KILL YOURSELVES!
>:]

eff you, freddy, talmbout i'mma be the chick handing out ginger ale and pepsi.
EFF YOUR LIFE, SON!
heehee.

anyway.
my head is killing me.
i think it's a light sensitive headache.

daddy's cooking ribs. yum.


LMAO @ Stanley earlier when we were making fun of that he lives on a highway
lol, i said he was an adopt-a-highway child.
he put on this sad look, was like
"i'mma go sell drugs. THEN i'll be cool."
http://www.lmfao-frillzdoe.com/userprofile?=Stanley

XD

lmao @ you if you clicked it.

anyway.


i should clean my room, but i don't want to.
i don't feel good.


i'm out.
food time.



pAce.

1 comment:

Santana Solano said...

happy BURRFDAY mr. presidentttt.
happy BURRFDAY to you.
happy BURRDAY mr. presidentttt.
pulls down my bra strap fo YOOOUSEE.