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?

Sunday, June 8, 2008

pillsbythemil.

yo, my daddy left my bottle of tylenol at our church and i'm just about fiending for some nyquil or something because this headache is kicking my ass majorly. [ prowls the house for medication ]. nah, i'm not a medhead. i don't think so at least. i only pop tylenol when i'm bleeding (so, once every few weeks) and i was on nyquil for a week because i had a cold. yeah, but i'm about to end my night with some quick-release tylenol and pink lemonade. nightcap? hell yeah, lmaooooo. i should really be drinking water, though.

kevin's phone is shut off AGAIN, so the daylong contact is nixed. i get calls at the end of the day again, smh. i had a big backlash from female friends when they found out kevin goes to the club... well, except from wanda. but it's whatever. i mean, i did understand where they were coming from and everything, but it's like... idk. i'm really not worried about him dancing with other girls. what i worry aboutis him drinking and/or him getting in fights. he gets in more fights than he drinks, though. example...

me: so how was the club?
him: it was wack... i mean, my boy wanted to fight this dude, but i wasn't tryna get in it... and so i was like 'nah, i'm falling back'... but then this OTHER dude wanted to get in my face and shit..... so i accidentally put his head through a car window :D
me: :/

yeah, that kinda stuff worries me more than some whore in a club.

any-old-ways... i'm thinking of going to sleep early or something. idk. it's hot, mann. tymel keeps sending me text messages like "i'm so MOIST right now" LMAO, fool. he wants to have a sleepover =/ him, christian, gada, and me. at MY house. uh-uh, homeboy, my apartment is smaaaaallll, ain't no sleepovers happening here. and besides, the only dude who's slept over at my house was Christian and that was because we got home from prom at 4 am.

OH, AAAAANNNNDDDD the fam's going to see Indiana Jones this Saturday. and by the fam, i actually mean me and my parents this time. YAY FOR QT WITH THE PARENTS!

speaking of QT, still have yet to see Kevin since we went to see Iron Man. oh and the parents are really pushing to meet him now. i'm tryna get him to come to worship service on friday. we'll see. i still want a date with him this week, though... preferably after this heatwave breaks.


peace.

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