london bridges.....im bangin this damn fergie song and shakin my ass....be afraid, be very afraid. i dont know why im diggin this mindless shit. maybe its the beat. ive been blastin my music all day. ive had a lot on my mind and the music has eased the tension a lil bit. have you ever been like...."you know what...enough is enough. i refuse to accept any bullshit from anybody anymore." i said that to myself when i woke up this morning. im tired of people taking my new found niceness for weakness. when i finally decide to open up...hold that thought. my playlist is on random from songs my friends have sent me for the past 6 months. why in the hell does urban mystic have a song called "fuck song". smh...can u please be more creative with your title dammit? if annnnn broad played this song for me trying to set the mood, i would promptly leave the premises. thanks for the effort, fuck you, urban mystic, and that fuck song, good night. *back to your irregularly schedule prolific programming" when i finally decide to open up, be nice, a lil more social, people do shit to make me go back into my batcave. im on ice once again ladies and gents. peeps gon start calling me subzero in this bitch. me and a friend of mine were talking about how weird my feelings flow. i can love you one day and you do something and ill act like you never existed the next. love or no love yo...i have to protect my feelings. my tolerance for bullshit is at an alltime low so if you are on some bullshit....do yaself a favor and vamoose. yall can kiss my asshole. *vulgar as hell, i know* next....still looking for a new job. my job aint horrible but i know that i can do better. much better. im enrolling in a master's program this spring. i need some more money in my life. i like shopping to much. shopping is like.....*sigh* aight, me and fabuloso have a date in the bathroom and the kitchen. in a minute.....peace and right effort....prolific out.