Jun 23, 2006 18:39
jazzie baby... i love you.
its wierd how we became better friends after you left..
badly organized on our part id say.
youre the coolest.
cooler than me i like to think.
but totally great!
dont you think its wierd how youre friends make you.
you get your mannerisms and slang words from your friends.
think about it.. i have some pretty ghetto friends.
dont get me wrong i love them more than life.
but there is no way i would be saying "fo sho" and "dont hate" as much as i do if i had preppy friends.
i hate to steriotype.. especially because i get steriotyped a lot.
but you would be so different if that football player was your best friend.
if you listened to rap instead of pop.
if you took walks instead of drives.
if you took photos instead of watching tv.
i woke up at 5 on wednesday to take mom and dad to the airport.
came home.
didnt sleep.
picked them up at 9 because their flight was postponed.
woke up at 5 on thursday to take mom and dad to the airport.
came home.
went to sleep but was woken up by my sister...
went to school.
went to work.
came home at 1130.
woke up at 530 this morning.
went to work at 7.
came home at 4.
going to stacys purple and yellow party at 7.
will get home at like 12.
and sleeping in tomorrow...
loveeeee
whispered rumors of the way you wear your black eye like a badge of honor, soaking in the sympathy of friends who never loved you nearly half as much as i do...