Big Willie Style all in it.
OBVIOUSLY, first things first:
"I dig your persona right, you look baby mama type, I know that got you kinda hyped. My ice so albino white, I hope your vagina tight, I go underwater and I hope your piranha bite." Lil Wayne is so mentally stimulating. NAAAHT. But I must admit I'm obsessed with this Keri HIlson remix with TI, Jermaine Dupri, Bustaaa bust, & the aforementioned 5'6 rapper. Whyyyy do I love meaningless raunchy music so muchhhhh.
Jk. That hecka isn't the first thing I should've talked about. So I'm sitting in the (I ALWAYS almost say I'm at the library whenever I'm supposed to say hospital. Instinct, I guess). But I'm in the hospital. Day #2. The first day was whiggidy whiggidy whack. Surgery was spose to be 4 hours long but that shit went double overtime. Almost 10 hours? DANGGGGG, right. Mommy's small, I thought it'd be easy to maneuver around her organs but I guess not. ANYWAYS, after a skillion hours of sitting around, TRYING to do hw, refilling meters and moving cars, stumbling, and just sitting, the good news was delivered at 1230: My mom's officially a boss. Way to go, mommy. Now she's in the ICU chillin like she should be. Her vitals look grool. I hate seeing her hooked up to hecka tubes and a breathing machine and all that boooshet, but as long as she's healthy and she's recovering, I'm beyond good. The waiting around could've been a lotttt worse though. Thankfully I was in good company and laughed a lot more than I should in a hospital. I lurve my family. And those who kept us company throughout the day. <3 :)
Being home this long has definitely taken a toll on my academics. This week was extremely critical in school but that shit does not mean a THING right now. I mean it's still bugging me in the back of my head but whatever, right. The number one lady in my life comes first duhhhh.
I've come to this realization. If you're my friend, and my sister likes you, you belong in my life. Consequently, if she don't like you, you outtie nagga. Her judgment on people in my life, in retrospect, has been pretty on point. I kinda hated how critical she used to be but I get it now, it was out of love and my best interest. Big ups to you, Emily, you know wsuppp. Which reminds me, *note to self: ______ is a jackass, there is no room for him in your life besides being an acquaintance. What an effin suckerpunk. (AJ, I'll tell you whose name belongs in that blank later. I know you hate that vague shit.)
I guess that's all for now. My heart and brain are tired right now. I love my mommy, the end. Ps. Add her on Facebook.. She's hecka cute.
Ps. "PONIES!" Ahh you're cute.
"I dig your persona right, you look baby mama type, I know that got you kinda hyped. My ice so albino white, I hope your vagina tight, I go underwater and I hope your piranha bite." Lil Wayne is so mentally stimulating. NAAAHT. But I must admit I'm obsessed with this Keri HIlson remix with TI, Jermaine Dupri, Bustaaa bust, & the aforementioned 5'6 rapper. Whyyyy do I love meaningless raunchy music so muchhhhh.
Jk. That hecka isn't the first thing I should've talked about. So I'm sitting in the (I ALWAYS almost say I'm at the library whenever I'm supposed to say hospital. Instinct, I guess). But I'm in the hospital. Day #2. The first day was whiggidy whiggidy whack. Surgery was spose to be 4 hours long but that shit went double overtime. Almost 10 hours? DANGGGGG, right. Mommy's small, I thought it'd be easy to maneuver around her organs but I guess not. ANYWAYS, after a skillion hours of sitting around, TRYING to do hw, refilling meters and moving cars, stumbling, and just sitting, the good news was delivered at 1230: My mom's officially a boss. Way to go, mommy. Now she's in the ICU chillin like she should be. Her vitals look grool. I hate seeing her hooked up to hecka tubes and a breathing machine and all that boooshet, but as long as she's healthy and she's recovering, I'm beyond good. The waiting around could've been a lotttt worse though. Thankfully I was in good company and laughed a lot more than I should in a hospital. I lurve my family. And those who kept us company throughout the day. <3 :)
Being home this long has definitely taken a toll on my academics. This week was extremely critical in school but that shit does not mean a THING right now. I mean it's still bugging me in the back of my head but whatever, right. The number one lady in my life comes first duhhhh.
I've come to this realization. If you're my friend, and my sister likes you, you belong in my life. Consequently, if she don't like you, you outtie nagga. Her judgment on people in my life, in retrospect, has been pretty on point. I kinda hated how critical she used to be but I get it now, it was out of love and my best interest. Big ups to you, Emily, you know wsuppp. Which reminds me, *note to self: ______ is a jackass, there is no room for him in your life besides being an acquaintance. What an effin suckerpunk. (AJ, I'll tell you whose name belongs in that blank later. I know you hate that vague shit.)
I guess that's all for now. My heart and brain are tired right now. I love my mommy, the end. Ps. Add her on Facebook.. She's hecka cute.
Ps. "PONIES!" Ahh you're cute.