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, March 25, 2008

tuesdaymorning.

i love my baby, yup yup, i love my boy
i love my baby, yup yup, i love my boy
i love my baby, yup yup, i love my boy
i love my baby, he brings me joy
:D!

good morning, bloggerdoodles =]

lmao, i asked kevin to wake me up at 7 am. he woke me up at 7:30 like "i'm a half-hour late, but get up", lol. but i was like... realy tryna stay in bed, so he goes "i'll give you a half-hour"... calls back a half-hour later like "c'mon, get up, brush your teeth, wash your booty" lol. so i'm like "-_- alright, alright". he goes "i'mma call you back in 20 minutes and you better be some kind of up". so i just got off the phone with him again.. he was like "yay, you sound up... so whatchu doin?"
me: writing up these responses for class that i didn't do -__-"
him: okay... what time is class? 12?
me: my first class?
him: yeah.
me: 11.
him: alright now... get on it. i'mma call you back in a half hour to see how you're doing.

lmaooooooooo.
yes, father.


last night we were talking a little bit about how we almost didn't meet... how i ain't think nothing was gonna come of that night... about how we didn't start talking at first because i thought he had a girlfriend (pfffft, i was not tryna be nobody's other girl). then we started talking about shopping, lmaoooo.

YO, MY JIMI HENDRIX CD CAME IN YESTERDAY! :D!!!!
i'mma pick it up before class and listen to it tonight.

i ordered new speakers last night, too.
yeah, yeah, yeah, call me loose with money, but i need my music, figgadeal me?

yo, kara told me to get a life because i was worried about kevin. =/
sorry, when i don't hear from people for 12 hours and i usually talk to them everynight, i tend to get a little anxious. i AM seven states away. w/e.



peace.

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