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?

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

schooldaze.

maaaaaaaaan, eff school.
=/

like, EVERYTHING i planned while i was on break when PLOP straight in it's face, i swurr.

i was gonna go on that diet-y thing? naah. ain't happen.
i can't even feel like really motivated to go to class and whatnot.

[ sighs ]

ah well.


ummm... Kevin's talking about going to school in Alabama.
ugh, he's gonna be so far away.
smh @ his ass asking if i'mma miss him.
YES, NEGRO! DAMN!
<3
love you.

we didn't really get to be on the phone like we usually do last night, so we agreed that he'd call me in the morning. and after we hung up, i went on FB and just sent him a quick message. basically it was along the lines of "i miss you. i love you. good night". lol, y'know, simple? i get a call somewhere around 8 this morning... "i miss you and love you, too, sweetie" lmao. and now he's gonna be allllll the way in 'bama. [ sighs ] i mean... he could TECHNICALLY still drive up here... it's a little bit over a 7 hours drive (thanks, Google Maps), but i don't think he'd do it. meh.

i gotta go to work soon.
it'll be good to see my kids again.
they prolly gonna be like "ms. naia, you got bigger"
lmao... naw, son, you just got smaller, that's all.



pAce.

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