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?

Thursday, May 15, 2008

faithing.

so... today was rocky, emotionally, but it got better.
had myself a talk with lorenzo that straightened some things out, so i was doing good.
then it was time to go to revival, so Kim drove and we picked up Christian, Jamanda, and Felicia. i went to the store to get some gum and this old lady looked at me and was like "you got a nice shape" and i was like "[blank stare] oh. thank you." and she goes "yeah, you're just really proportionate" which i think is a LIE, but hey, if the old lady says it, then why not? and then after i got my Orbit (yes, i am seriously addicted to Orbit gum, who cares, for $1.25, my breath smells AMAZING for like four days unless people ask me for pieces all the time... i gave out like 5,6 pieces of gum today alone, UGH, BUY YOUR OWN GUM!!.... anyway) where was i? oh, right, so after i got my Orbit, i left the bodega to go back and get the other three, and some dude was in the doorway, so i was like "excuse me" and he was like "oh, my bad" and then let me by, then was like "so how you doing?" [groans] i forgot about Harlem dudes. anyway... KEVIN, BRING ME BACK MY BELT, LOSERFACE! speaking of whom, this nigglet fell asleep mad early. smh. but that's alright, he's supposed to bring me back my belt this week and then we're supposed to hang out over Memorial Day because his church is having a bowling lock-in, so he should be driving me there and back [and my friends... eesh... can i leave them behind? heehee...]. and theeeeeennn he agreed to come to my church for one Sunday and i get to go to his church one Sunday. and best BELIEVE we better have a couple more dates before i got to Missouri and he goes to Alabama. hmmmph. okay, i'm kinda tired and i don't get to talk to my stinka until tomorrow morning, so it's about time to hit the bed.

good night, peoples.


peace.

oh, btw, even though he's like... older than my father... Denzel Washington is still amazingly hot and superbly attractive and can still cause spontaneous pregnancy just by walking into a room. my father admitted that Denzel is gorgeous in a completely non-homo way. 'nuff said. he's still hot. half of you would still do him.

peace.

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