“We get crazy, like we get put in straight jackets and we stay in padded rooms.”

yesterday, me and a few friends ran thru the jazz festival in west oak lane. one side, you can see the people that actually came to enjoy the festival. and the other side was like 40th street. you know how all the teenagers in philly who have nothing better to do than walk up and down 40th street, well walnut lane served as their “strip.” Instead of the west/southwest people i’m used to seeing, these peeps were all from mt. airy/ west oak lane. and i noticed a few things:

-the way they dress; why the fuck are these girls still wearing uggs. its almost summer. and this Lo’ phase needs to go farr away. we saw polo bucket hats. lmfao. shit got real. like everyone swears they’re the shit if they have on something polo. can i just throw out there that i was wearing polo in middle school. now everyone thinking they getting money so they can get nice things. but whatever.

-the way they approach people; normally i’m used to just ignoring the yeaarps i usually hear while walking down the street. but this dude i met yesterday was so respectful i felt bad for turning him down. i just wish his face matched his personality. also his friend was cool because he had an iguana on his head.

after walking around for a while, we decided to blend in and posted up next to these dudes who were cool as shit. all had on lo’. i guarantee you lol. then we noticed how everyone was like in their squads and we started re-enacting how these ghetto bitches take all their myspace pictures. lemme break it down for you:

this is the myspace girl pose number one. middle finger up and mean mug on ya face.

this is myspace girl pose number 2. stick out ya donk and put your hand on your hip lol.

and here’s the classic boy pose. BANG BANG. fuckouttaherenutassyoungboa. lol

and here’s us, badd, classy, and original.

after the festival was over, you know the cops were deep. so we decided to walk to McDonalds, so 40th street, to get erinn some ice cream. but guess where all the “black people” were, McDonalds. and bitches were about to start fighting and then it started raining and it was like ugh, i wannabeinwestphiladelphia. but then me and nish remembered we got a long ass way home. we waited for the 6 bus for like 25 minutes, was on it for like 15, then had to get on the sub and then i had to get on the 34. yo, i swear i’ve never been so hype to see the 34 trolley before. i started clapping when i saw it and mind you its like 12 o’clock and its nothing but really bums in the terminal. they were looking at me like wtf is wrong with this girl. and then the trolley was completely empty when i got on but this random ass oldhead came and sat next to me. it freaked me out at first but i was like i just hope he doesn’t start talking to me, and he didn’t. maybe he just wanted to sit next to me….but whatever. shit popped in west oak lane but i still like west/southwest more ;)

&& don’t forget the BANG BANG.

&&thanks nish for the pictures.