Hard lovin and straight thuggin
Bitch, I ain’t doin this shit for nuttin
I’m here to get it poppin, hoppin, let’s ride up in the Benz
Hair blowin in the wind, sun glistenin off my skin, hey
I’m nasty, heh, you know me
But you still don’t fuck with your baby
lol I ask myself this everyday
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I’ve been thinking about you. You’re like a well-dressed aloof gentleman whose pretension precedes you. To some you are repulsive, others fascinating like a car crash. I don’t think anyone completely understands you.
Okay but really, I think I love Los Angeles because people hate it. It’s really dirty and traffic-congested and not to mention most of the architecture is HIDEOUS HIDEOUS. (I do not care for Gehry) But then I think about driving down Laurel Canyon (when it’s vacant) with nothing but some weird eclectic KCRW on the radio. I think about the ivy-colored buildings and the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, and that stretch of road near Silverlake etc. etc. I hate traffic, but if you manage to bypass the smog and daytime traffic- it can be very lovely. I think all of it’s charms are way below the surface- in the parts that are overlooked in the search for celebrity or whatever. I think Ice-Cube was right.
I’ve been thinking about my childhood lately. I realize I’ve suppressed some emotionally traumatic memories. Strange how memory works. I should probably stop ignoring the customers.
I’m stressing myself out a little bit. The past two weeks have been extremely busy/hectic/kreay/whatever.
ANYWAYS AHHHH! Why must a freak out every time I talk/interact/walk past any remotely dreamy (bearded) dude? I’m such a crystallize-r- I’ve developed surface crushes on these coffee shop/grocery store guys whom I’ve barely spoken a word to and when I run into them I freeze and don’t say anything. I really just need to step up and at least ask them where the tabouli mix is… instead of walking up and down the same aisle avoiding eye contact. WHY DO I AVOID EYE CONTACT?
I’m such a baby.
I also convince myself that they are either gay or jerks anyways.
I want this so badly
I QUIT FACEBOOK AND NOW I FEEL THE VAST LONELINESS/ALIENATION OF THE INTERWEBS
I was getting so good at homework. Now I’m falling behind. What. ever. I’m allowed a couple days of grrrrrrrrrrr.
I’m just going ride these mood waves out.
(via goosebumpsfitsandmalaria)