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?

Monday, February 11, 2008

mondayslush.

there's this weird ice-storm type thing going on outside.
[ zips up my hoodie; turns up the thermostat ]


french homework is done, thank goodness.
gotta critique these two short stories.
then type up mine.
then go downstairs to the piano room and figure out the S-A-T parts for "Bless the Lord" by Tye Tribbett.

ireallylikethispepsithemeonmybloggablog.
:D

i'm craving a soda BAD.
i lost $20, i think. [ sighs ] more money down the drain, eh?
so now i only got $3 cash.
i gotta call home and figure out if my work-study checks came in.
i nedz teh monies.

he's sick.
he woke up not feeling good.
he's in the hospital.
again.
tanabanana called us the bobsy twins, which would be incest, which is nasty, lmao.


p.s., i HATE writing 1.


pAce.

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