July 2010
Ground Zero
Something you should know about me: I’m not good with death. I mean, no one REALLY is, but I’m really, really terrible when it comes to death I avoid funerals when I can, and I’ve never even been to a viewing (yes, including my own father’s).
I bring this up because I just left my school, which is in Tribeca and I was walking around, kinda lost, because I was looking...
My mind is IKEA.: Day 8 — Your favorite internet... →
This is just a fucking FF list, and I am fucking pissed about it. but I’ll try to make it work… In no particular order.
Waan - You’re me. And I’m narcissistic. So there that goes. Skep - You’re a mean ass angry individual who is actually happy. Do not ask how you pull this off. You just do. …
I’m Yeee, by the way. Long story…
30 for 30 Day 1-Favorite Song
Hmm. It’s either The Verve’s “Bittersweet Symphony” or Paula Cole’s “Me”.
“Bittersweet Symphony” always makes me happy when I hear it. It’s not a particularly cheerful song, but I dunno, it just lightens my mood.
“Me” was my theme song in 7th/8th grade. The lyrics didn’t really apply to me, but something about the...
If black people start to make rock music.
ihatethewordswag:
meghaniswhite:
I swear I’ll never listen to music again. It would ruin it. You can’t have a good ass guitar and drum beat behind a black guy singing about alcohol, weed, and bitches. It just can’t happen. Rock music needs to be left to white people. Seriously.
…………girl, bye. (via meghaniswhite)
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Question of the Day...
If rappers like Common, dead prez, and KRS-One are considered “conscious” rappers, are rappers like Waka Flocka, OJ Da Juiceman and Gucci Mane “unconscious” rappers? Discuss.
Huuuuuuuge Confession
I have a huge confession. I’ve been holding it in for a while, and I think it’s time I get it off my chest. *Deep breath*. Here goes:
I FUCKING LOVE NEW YORK.
Yes. That’s my confession. You’re probably thinking, “That’s no surprise; you’re FROM New York”. And you’re right. But I tend to keep my love for my city to myself because,...
The Cunt Chronicles.: Twitter. →
Let’s just start this out with, I hate Twitter. I hate the people on Twitter. I use that shit 100% for myself. I don’t even know how many people are following me, and I don’t care.
People on Twitter are talking about LeFron James.
They are discussing Harry Potter
They’re talking about bugs in…
Where's My Head At
I am an extremely scatter-brained person. I lose interest in things (and people) quickly. I get all excited about a new idea or project, then leave it on the side, unfinished. I outgrow people, ideas, and places. I’ve quit jobs during my lunchbreak.
I worry about this a lot. Sure, there’s nothing wrong with trying new things and losing interest in others, but ALL the time? What...
I’m tired.
Tired of seeing ghetto ass people.
Tired of seeing 48-year-old men in Yankee fitteds and fake concert tees.
Tired of seeing 50-year-old women in booty shorts and tube tops.
Tired of hearing conversations on the train that go like, “nigga, bitch, bitch, nigga, bitch ass nigga, fuck, shit, iPhone, bitch”.
Tired of people not wearing deodorant.
Tired of seeing...
