asher roth.
greatness.
give it a listen.
but on a more serious note…what is this i hear about morgan freeman dating his step-granddaughter. that’s drawlin.
also, i was very disturbed to hear that the lil boy that accused michael jackson of molesting him came out and said that michael never tried to molest him and that his dad put him up to it to get money. i knew it all along. but that’s drawlin too. wtf is up with people now a days?
today was straight. i enjoyed my day, up until about 8:30….when i dropped my phone in the toilet. anyone that really knows me knows my luck with phones isn’t the greatest. but i’ll get to that in a minute.
when i woke up this morning, i felt the need to spend the day with my little sister. she’s 10 and i know she really looks up to me because i see her doing EVERYTHING i do. so i wanted to show her some love today. we were first gonna go to the academy of natural sciences downtown but chalked that when we realized that they closed at 4 (that’s early considering the fact that we left the house at 3.) so instead, we decided to walk around downtown in the city of brotherly love. we had lunch at Ruby Tuesdays, and just talked. my good friend Sarah was in town from DC so she paid me a visit down there. after that, we just chilled downtown, got ice cream, and headed home.
this might sound a lil graphic but here goes the story tho; so i’m urinating and instead of putting my phone on the window ledge next to the toilet like i always do, i put it in my dress, like where the boob part is. so when i bent down to flush the toilet, the phone went splashing into the water. it was literally like how you see it happen in the movies. i quickly grabbed that shit outta the toilet and ran downstairs in search of some rice. [i heard that if you put a wet phone in rice, the rice grains would absorb all of the moisture.] my mom was looking at me crazy and when i tried to tell her what happened, she completely ignored me and continued to watch the michael jackson memorial on the tv. so i ran to my grandma’s house which is right around the corner from mines. she told me to blowdry it. i was like wtf….but i did it anyway. then let it sit for like a hour. when i came back to it, i was so ecstatic i almost peed on myself when it turned on….only to realize that no buttons but the power one was working. FML, forreal.
but the title of today’s blog came from something i peeped on the good ol’ myspace today. so, i’m over myspace. i barely use it. but i realized that all these girls’ headlines is like “i’m the real dirty diana” and shit like, BILLY JEAN. like, did they actually listen to the songs. both of those ladies weren’t good people. one was a golddigger, like be my babys daddy. and the other was basically a whore. so all i’m saying is really listen to a song before you call yourself that person.
although today was up and down for me, i always remember that life is fluid. and i don’t sweat the petty stuff. although the breaking of the phone isn’t petty, i’ll survive. because i know mommy or daddy will be kind enough to get me another one.
:::: THE NEW TREY SONGZ MIXTAPE HAS HELLA PLAYS ON MY COMPUTER. LIKE, IT’S GOOD:::
remember, you are what you wanna be. so if your girls wanna be dirtydiana’s, so be it.
but just remember you will never be like smash. HUUUUUGE love goes out to Hadassa [Elisheba Simmons], who gave me that nickname. before the other day, i havent spoken to her in forever. so i appreciated the love she showed me. imissthathoe. but until next time, play tetris. lol
WARNING: THIS SITE IS VERRRRRY ADDICTING! have fun little kiddies.
