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 22, 2008

letgoandletGod.

mornin' folks.
[ stretches ]

well, really, it's good afternoon, but i woke up at like 10:30, so it's whatever.
uhhhh... yeah. i'm putting it like this - i probably won't be able to see Kevin until after the weekend. so i'm not stressing that. besides, i need to catch up with my fam. Khalid and i are supposd to have dinner, which is always fun. we had MAAAADD fun last time. plus, he always pays for my food, lol. i swear, man, Khalid is that dude. whole buncha people slept on him while we were in high school. now? smh, dude is first-off fresh, second-off smart as a whip, and third-off a wonderful friend. *coughs* ohyeahandherichtoo *cough*

[random] there's this giant-ass Hawaiian fish on Iron Chef America. [/random ]

man, i gotta catch up with Donavan, too... that's my heart, man, my absolute brother. if i had to choose someone to be my real sibling, he'd be that man. [ calls him ] CAN YOU COME OUT AND PLAAAAAYYYYY?!

ugh... i woke up this morning thinking i was gonna spend the day with my father. and now he's like "well, the meeting's in the projects and i'd feel a lot better if i didn't have to worry about something popping off with you there" [ rolls eyes ] yeah, okay dad. i could've stayed in my damn pajamas for all this. i could've made some other plans. smh @ him. "i hope i didn't ruin your day" yeah, you kinda did. just so YOU know.

anyway... i'm through with today. unless someone wants to hang out (which i'm sure they don't), i'm just... UGH. thanks, dad.


peace.

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