Wow.

it's been a hellafied weird day.
too much to type right now, hopefully I'll have the strength later.


holler.

Groupies.

I hate groupies. Like really. They irritate my spirit so much, it's like "Damn, can you hop off that nigga's meat for a second? Can you take his salami out of your voice box real quick?"

Especially when you're throwing yourself all over a boy that I like.

Shit is critical out here, because I never sweat niggas. I really don't. They come, they go, and most of the time I don't even notcie.

I notice it this time, but that's here nor there because I've come to realize that there's a reason they call 'em groupies. It's because niggas get what they want and toss them bitches to the side.



Real Steez: I just wish this nightmare would end.

Ugh.

My head hurts, I'm mad that Beat Freaks were ROBBED on America's Best Dance Crew, folks been getting on my damn nerves.. UGH!

Busted and Disgusted.
I'll holler, though.