I've been getting e-mails from people saying that they love my blog, but they wish I would say more in depth things...to those who have sent me e-mails like that, I say this "This is my blog ho! I write what I want." Plus, there's really not that much in depth stuff to talk about. My daily schedule involves me getting up, getting dressed, putting on Burberry Brit cologne, kissing the mom and dapping up the dad. Driving to school, hugging and acknowledging friends and associates. Sitting in class enduring a couple hours of bullshit, getting told by teachers and counselors that I won't amount to shit if I don't go to college. Get to work, endure more bullshit. Go home, do some homework, go to SLEEP, wake up, talk to my 2 best friends, take a shower, eat, talk to my 2 best friends again, go to SLEEP again. Get up and do it all over again.
Now in that mix, I might get called a faggot, or have somebody say they don't like my outfit, or I might even cuss a few people out, but I'm sure that happens to everybody...but who knows. But you know what I DO know? I know if one more admissions person from Fashion Institute in New York gets smart with me, I am going to cuss them out Trent Jackson/Madea/Ike Turner style (sorry Tina).
That's it for me I guess. My blood pressure's rising.