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?

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

redslippers.

maybe
if i close my eyes really tight
and i wish really hard
and i hold my breath
and i cross my fingers
and i hold my teddy bear close
and i think of only good things...
i can go home.


man, i'm homesick forrealdoe.
or maybe i'm just cranky.
i didn't get a whole lot of sleep, and i got to talk to kevin for all of three seconds before i was knocked out.
i called him when i first got in, but he was sleeping
so i called him again when i was going to bed at like 1:20 in the morning.
i was mad surprised when he picked up the phone.
"yeah, my cousins are over, so i'm awake"
and he just let me go to sleep.
pnegro was about to hang up, though. c'mon now, i'm tryna get to sleep!

it's bad that it takes longer for me to go to sleep at night without him =/
and i was like "lemme call someone else!" at first
and then i realized i ain't wanna fall asleep on anyone else.
;/

he ain't texted me back yet.

today's a long day... class 9 am - 2 pm, then work 3 pm - 6 pm, then damn singing valentines tonight. i'm only going to the first one, i need my sleep
(whichreallytranslatesintoidontwannamisstalkingtokevinagain)

uhhhh.... i hate this writing 1 class. like ALOT. i wish hellfire upon it.

i don't want breakfast =/


pAce

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