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, February 12, 2008

tuesday.

top o' the morning to ya
:D

flyered JKL last night for the A-Cats.
running up to the 4th floor in three buildings is MAD exercise.
my thighs hurt.

kevin walked out the hospital, lmaooooo.
just drove home.
we talked last night and he can't get over that he misses me.
like... REALLY misses me.
like he thought he heard my voice the other day.

i need to get dressed
and write up these damn critiques for Mentors in Craft.
no naps this afternoon! :D
workieworkieworkieworkieworkie.

talked to Gerald for mad long in the cold last night.
my feet went numb.
he wants to be a ho now.
oh boy.



pAce.

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