|
Home
C&D
Trent
FourFour
YBF
ConcreteLoop
I might stop blogging
|
4:22 p.m. on February 24, 2008 I want school to be over. Its just annoying. Boring shit I wont be using in my everyday life. Fucking collage ambitions and shit. When I graduate Im still going to be the same bougie black girl I was before. I just cant want till its all over. Ha and I want to go to grad school.... for what? So I can write this blog all over again? I have to get a job. Because Im scared I may run out of money. Lose my apartment, and my car. I had a dream my grandmother died. But it was like some sort of sick joke. I got to the funeral in this tan brownish suit and it was to big on me. My grandmother was sitting up in her casket talking about how rotten her kids were. When she was done she was like now I can die. It was like she had them all together and had to get something off her chest. Then some random guy came in and asked who the Power of Attorney was and I stood up and said me. I got everything she had and a check for 3000 cause thats all she had when she died. I woke up thinking I should as my grandma does she have a POA or a will. I dont want anything but I dont want to have to fight with her kids. I also think I may be responsible for my disabled uncle since none of her children are stable enough to take care of him with out fucking him over. This dreamed worried me. It was way to close to reality. People have been requesting I draw pics of them... I dont wanna. Im not in the mood. I have to be in the mood. The mood is not here. Its so much easier to die than it is to live. Id be pissed off and I died and there really was like a heaven, Id be trying to negotiate like heyyy hey hey how can a person be faithful to something noone had ever seen and as ambiguous as Prince and Micheal Jacksons sexuality? I know neither of them should be in the same sentence as heaven but Im trying to make a point. I want jeans that are thin, stretchy, dark, wideleg and look like business pants. I just want it to be jean. I been doing a lot of white people hair lately. Not that Im complaining, its just been interesting to hear some of their stories. People sit in my chair and tell me life stories. Sometimes I like when my clients talk. Other times I want to smack them and tell them to stfu. Im not in a real good mood... maybe I wont write anymore ... it becoming easier not to. Whats up with all these random email and comments from people who never said one word to me? So kick rocks ... told yall I wasnt in a good mood... I think its the bad news about the loan. Im going to get a icecream cone so I can feel better.
|
Hello Readers, Thanks for coming to my blog. I expect lot's of comments! I have had this blog since 2003, and sometimes I wonder why I started it. Everything I write here is from my personal experience; things I find interesting, and my personal opinions on what's going on in the world. If you are offended easily this is not the blog for you. You are welcome to stay as long as you like as long as you respect my personal space. Don't make me act "ethnic". That will be all.