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Wow i havent been on here a minuto...Well lets catch up with the past few days.
Feb 26, 2005: It was straight drama this day. I was suppose to go the Kumba Fest with my nigga until moms decided to add her two cents to my relationship . I have this cute as dress but you can also turn it into a shirt. It's a peachy color. well I wanted to wear that to the Kumba fest but i didnt have a pair of shoes to match. So i asked my moms could she give me some money to buy the shoes right? Well she says, "why dont your boyfriend buy you or give you some money to buy the shoes, you going with him?" Now she had a point but he is not obilgated to do "nutin". So I took a chance and asked him. Boi was that a mistake. He got all offensive like i asked him to buy Couch Bag for like 300 bucks. I asked him for 20 dollars yawl....Why baby get all blown up in the chest. I was like fuck it then. He gone say "why dont you wear something else?" I had thought about it, but i didnt want to wear nothing else. So he finally said he would see what he could do !!!! BlooDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, this nigguh i sware!!!!!! So i was like whateva, but i knew moms wasn't going to like that. So i didnt say nothing, but i was determine to get some money and try to get some shoes. So i asked my dad. He said he would give me some money, but he told me out loud in front of moms, she was like, excuse me, ohh fuck that, your not going. Boi old Boi, i thought somebody had shot me. I started to cry i was pissed. I went up stairs and was like "i can't wait to get outta this house." I was throwin shyt, lighty. Lol. But she heard me screaming and crying so she told me my aunt to close the door, so i closed it, only i closed it with my foot. It slammed. Next thing i knew i heard my moms racing up the stairs, she open the door and kicked me in my back...Then i yelled at her and said "what you kick me for?" Then she slap me. I mean like for real, i thought i saw jesus. She hit me twice. It was a dun dada, at least i thought. I stood up and i had a red/purple hand print on my face. Then she leaves and comes back. Now this dont make no since. She says come on lets go, get dressed. Why did she take me to go get the shoes? Lawdhamercy......So i thought i could go, but she didnt say i could so i left it alone. I talk to her when we got home and she said, i could go but my nigga would have to pay her back for the shoes, which were 17.99 . Now thats bomidy. But i thought maybe he would pay for them so i called and he was already pisssed because i could go, so when i called and asked him would he pay for the shoes, baby was like NOPE . That hurt me because i thought i was alittle bit more important than that. So she finally was like, forget it, you can go...That really pissed me off. I called him back once again and asked him could he still come and get me? Why did baby say i gave your ticket away to someone else. BlooDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, i was pissed. I told my moms, and she was like go get dress, you are going. So i went to go get dressed called up the homie: Vokal_d@livejournal, and told her i would meet her downtown. I left (looking oh soooo sexy) and meet Dauche. I was looking for My nigga so i could curse his ass out. But i was like for what? I saw him, and he was "HIGH". I didnt like that because he had never smoked before and i know that when some body starts to smoke weed, they dont know when 2 u stop. We didnt say much, i act like i didnt care. I went inside and he went to perform. He almost got Boo off stage but when he started to rap they finally heard him out. He did good, i must admit i was proud of him. What got me is that he started crying. Even though i was madd at his ass, i went backstage and talked to him. He was happy to see his moms there, because she is never around for his shows. We really didnt make up but he had to leave so i let him go. I told him how i felt and left it at that. but the apollo night sucked......That shyt was hella funny though. I saw da homies from long tyme ago. Jaminelle won 500 bucks for best performance. But otha than that it was boring. I went home and went to bed.
February 27, 2005: I was suppose to go to church but it didnt happen this morning....I just stayed at home and cleaned Up.
February 28, 2005: I just rememba going to school.
March 1, 2005: I talk to my baby, we made up and he apologized for his misbehavior.
March 3, 2005: went to church for chior pratice and dance practice.
March 5, 2005: BlooDDDDDDDDDD why did i get stung by a got dayum bee, in the foot!!!! That shyt hurts like hell. dayum but it's kool now. This my bird bit me on my pinky finger, that shyt hurt 2, i was bleeding. I aint talking about not dayum little bird, i am talk about a dayum parrot. Nature was not liking me this day.
March 7, 2005: I went to go see my baby, why did my ass get caught ditching school. i was dayum a nigguh cant get 2 minutes? But it was all good, moms didnt trip to much. But my baby's mom was tripping. She didnt want to take me home. I was like Bloodddddddddddddddd. I was about to be late 2...Awwww blooDDDD, messing with my moms, is like messing with my life homie..Lol...But i was madd cause my nigga gon take the shyt out on me because his moms didnt want to take me home. I tell ya baby be on 1 sometimes. But anyway Yea that was. Oh yeah quick dirt: My nigguh was so mad he didnt even want to walk me home, so i had to walk home by myself right? She this ugly ass nigguh drove past trying to gig, i told him if he hgave me a ride up the street i would take his numba and call him. So he did, and i took his number but catch this i aint called him yet..Lol..Im mean.
March 8, 2005: I dont even rememba what happen.....
March 9: Nuthin happen far i can thank right now, i am bored as hell though.. How about yawl....
March 6:
March
Feb 26, 2005: It was straight drama this day. I was suppose to go the Kumba Fest with my nigga until moms decided to add her two cents to my relationship . I have this cute as dress but you can also turn it into a shirt. It's a peachy color. well I wanted to wear that to the Kumba fest but i didnt have a pair of shoes to match. So i asked my moms could she give me some money to buy the shoes right? Well she says, "why dont your boyfriend buy you or give you some money to buy the shoes, you going with him?" Now she had a point but he is not obilgated to do "nutin". So I took a chance and asked him. Boi was that a mistake. He got all offensive like i asked him to buy Couch Bag for like 300 bucks. I asked him for 20 dollars yawl....Why baby get all blown up in the chest. I was like fuck it then. He gone say "why dont you wear something else?" I had thought about it, but i didnt want to wear nothing else. So he finally said he would see what he could do !!!! BlooDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, this nigguh i sware!!!!!! So i was like whateva, but i knew moms wasn't going to like that. So i didnt say nothing, but i was determine to get some money and try to get some shoes. So i asked my dad. He said he would give me some money, but he told me out loud in front of moms, she was like, excuse me, ohh fuck that, your not going. Boi old Boi, i thought somebody had shot me. I started to cry i was pissed. I went up stairs and was like "i can't wait to get outta this house." I was throwin shyt, lighty. Lol. But she heard me screaming and crying so she told me my aunt to close the door, so i closed it, only i closed it with my foot. It slammed. Next thing i knew i heard my moms racing up the stairs, she open the door and kicked me in my back...Then i yelled at her and said "what you kick me for?" Then she slap me. I mean like for real, i thought i saw jesus. She hit me twice. It was a dun dada, at least i thought. I stood up and i had a red/purple hand print on my face. Then she leaves and comes back. Now this dont make no since. She says come on lets go, get dressed. Why did she take me to go get the shoes? Lawdhamercy......So i thought i could go, but she didnt say i could so i left it alone. I talk to her when we got home and she said, i could go but my nigga would have to pay her back for the shoes, which were 17.99 . Now thats bomidy. But i thought maybe he would pay for them so i called and he was already pisssed because i could go, so when i called and asked him would he pay for the shoes, baby was like NOPE . That hurt me because i thought i was alittle bit more important than that. So she finally was like, forget it, you can go...That really pissed me off. I called him back once again and asked him could he still come and get me? Why did baby say i gave your ticket away to someone else. BlooDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD, i was pissed. I told my moms, and she was like go get dress, you are going. So i went to go get dressed called up the homie: Vokal_d@livejournal, and told her i would meet her downtown. I left (looking oh soooo sexy) and meet Dauche. I was looking for My nigga so i could curse his ass out. But i was like for what? I saw him, and he was "HIGH". I didnt like that because he had never smoked before and i know that when some body starts to smoke weed, they dont know when 2 u stop. We didnt say much, i act like i didnt care. I went inside and he went to perform. He almost got Boo off stage but when he started to rap they finally heard him out. He did good, i must admit i was proud of him. What got me is that he started crying. Even though i was madd at his ass, i went backstage and talked to him. He was happy to see his moms there, because she is never around for his shows. We really didnt make up but he had to leave so i let him go. I told him how i felt and left it at that. but the apollo night sucked......That shyt was hella funny though. I saw da homies from long tyme ago. Jaminelle won 500 bucks for best performance. But otha than that it was boring. I went home and went to bed.
February 27, 2005: I was suppose to go to church but it didnt happen this morning....I just stayed at home and cleaned Up.
February 28, 2005: I just rememba going to school.
March 1, 2005: I talk to my baby, we made up and he apologized for his misbehavior.
March 3, 2005: went to church for chior pratice and dance practice.
March 5, 2005: BlooDDDDDDDDDD why did i get stung by a got dayum bee, in the foot!!!! That shyt hurts like hell. dayum but it's kool now. This my bird bit me on my pinky finger, that shyt hurt 2, i was bleeding. I aint talking about not dayum little bird, i am talk about a dayum parrot. Nature was not liking me this day.
March 7, 2005: I went to go see my baby, why did my ass get caught ditching school. i was dayum a nigguh cant get 2 minutes? But it was all good, moms didnt trip to much. But my baby's mom was tripping. She didnt want to take me home. I was like Bloodddddddddddddddd. I was about to be late 2...Awwww blooDDDD, messing with my moms, is like messing with my life homie..Lol...But i was madd cause my nigga gon take the shyt out on me because his moms didnt want to take me home. I tell ya baby be on 1 sometimes. But anyway Yea that was. Oh yeah quick dirt: My nigguh was so mad he didnt even want to walk me home, so i had to walk home by myself right? She this ugly ass nigguh drove past trying to gig, i told him if he hgave me a ride up the street i would take his numba and call him. So he did, and i took his number but catch this i aint called him yet..Lol..Im mean.
March 8, 2005: I dont even rememba what happen.....
March 9: Nuthin happen far i can thank right now, i am bored as hell though.. How about yawl....
March 6:
March