sober

crush,

My mind is a bowl of green tea flavored icecream. It's healthy. Although it melts. That is, when left out for too long. Sometimes I am left out for too long. And I melt. I think a butterfly attacked my stomach. Actually I know this, crush. It scares me. You scare me. But your smile remains warm. And I remain healthy. I'd like to attack your face. And everything else. I'd just rather not melt. Let's take a holiday.

I keep rising, I'm not the type to sink low. And I think your that type too. I can make you mix cds. And you can tell me I'm pretty. Fair deal?

-your secret admirer

7 things

I probably shouldn't say this
But at times I get so scared
When I think about the previous
Relationship we shared
It was awesome but we lost it
It's not possible for me not to care
And now we're standing in the rain
But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear
My dear

The seven things I hate about you
The seven things I hate about you
Oh you
You're vain, your games
You're insecure
You love me, you like her
You make me laugh
You make me cry
I don't know which side to buy
Your friends they're jerks
When you act like them
Just know it hurts
I wanna be with the one I know
And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do
You make me love you

It's awkward and its silent
As I wait for you to say
What I need to hear now
Your sincere apology
When you mean it I'll believe it
If you text it I'll delete it
Let's be clear
Oh, I'm not coming back
You're taking seven steps here

And compared to all the great things
That would take too long to write
I probably should mention the seven that I like

The seven things I like about you
Your hair, your eyes
Your old Levis
When we kiss I'm hypnotized
You make me laugh, you make me cry
But I guess that's both I'll have to buy
Your hand in mine
When we're intertwined
Everything's alright
I wanna be with the one I know
And the seventh thing I like the most that you do
You make me love you

miley cyrus coudn't of said it any better. where do I go from here miley?


GENUIS, check it

every line is oh k

madonna, wtf?

New york, New York, a city so nice they named it twice. I was making love to bryant park today. The manhattan sun was shinning down on me and my teany bikini while I studied the koran. I had my rockstar sunglasses on, obviously looking strung out. I had this feeling that someone was watching me. So. I turned around. Brought to my attention, instantly, was a guy glued to me. He shock his head and then gave me a thumbs up. So I gave him the thumbs down and I left. Disgusting.


I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex.

If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you

Can I hit in the MORNING
without givin you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?
If I couldn't get you finer things
like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR
would you STILL ROLL?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DROPPIN?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya
see yourself with a nigga workin harder than 9 to 5
contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?
Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA
If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo..

No jay-z, I would NOT still ROLL.


You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT
How we gonna get around your BUS PASS
Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache
Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny
Not the fussin and the frontin
If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit!
I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and Vodka
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up
Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My, coochie remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance
HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdin, I dash yo

homegirl nose wazzup.

I was in Brooklyn, attempting to "trek" home. I was sitting when a "couple' walked into my plane of view. Of course, the most miserable couple I've encountered since my last relationship, BAH-DING. Right. So, the woman asks me miserably if I can scoot over, so her and her cracked out LOVAH can sit next to eachother. Both of their faces sagged to the floor; with bones I've never seen protruding from every direction. There eyes were so doped out and they were just miserable. They were mumbling/fighting. The mans face was all cut up, they just looked worked. They had to be in their 30's. Had to of. The cavaties in their faces only screamed dope. I think he tried to kiss her. She was angry, maybe they hadn't scored? I never wanna be like that.

Only you can decide what is important to you.

making it public

Oh the things I would do. That is, to you.

Known fact. I function way more efficent with minimal clothing (and perhaps some alcohol, not essential). Keep this in mind, my wonderwall. I'd like to get down with you. Probably just in my little studio. Or perhaps central park, with minimal clothing. Now don't misconcept minimal clothing with any sexual induced scenarios. Or maybe do. I'd like to heat things up, sweat a little. Or a lot. I think our slender hips can do the talking. Do you?

homegirl can shine.

happy birthday

My tears taste like whiskey. And I'm growing over it. Tonight is the night to be drunk, sad, and shiney. I don't know, but I am tired of being hurt. I don't want to be hurt anymore. Why? Why would you ever hurt someone? I lived. I've learned. All and all, I am going to go to bio and islam tomorow and then live. Shine, live, live. Than go home. And take care of the lymes that have created my disease. My tears taste like whiskey. And your nothing but another knotch on my belt.

big black

I undressed you with my eyes i have
Maybe even raped you
In a dark and eerie corner of my mind
I tucked you there
And touched you in a dream last night
Pushed you aside when you entered
My thoughts at the wrong time
I have sat up upon your lap and
Saddled my thighs around your hips like ropes
I rode you on a chair and in the shower
And all the while i clung heavy to your back
My desire deeply harnessed in your spine
I'm riding recklessly though a thick and humid
Jungle growing anxious with the deep and primal
Yearning that stirs
Deeply pulsing up toward the surface
Like sap rising or honey or tar

Let's see. I keep losing pounds, they just don't seem to like to stay on my body. Which is totally understandable. My piercings keep coming in and out. An emotional attachment, grow up. My eyes are very tired even though I sleep all day. My nights are long, ending in the early morning. Never a designated sleeping arrangment. I like to sleep. My eyes are very heavy. I concentrate a lot on my surroundings. Usually the sunshine. I like my city.

I had a drinking binge this week. I danced/drank like usual. Did some. Had some, etc. I arrive late places because I am never ontime. My drinking. Lots of drinks yet, I saw some very important people. Some starz, bffz, rockland county buddies, etc. I don't like being trapped by people or forced. I don't think its fair. I do like free things though. And hugs. And sex in the backseat of YOUR car. I don't like big black buzzy flies that appear out of thin air.

I want to fall inlove. And when it happens, it never to ever end. I think thats all.