


You can click the pictures for explanations. Isn't it irritating when people ask what you want for your birthday/Christmas and then they take their sweet behind out and get whatever they feel like getting for you? That's why my ass isn't getting anything I asked for for Christmas. /: But I am sooo looking forward to what Blue got me. He's all excited & he says it's really good.
Thursday
My List
Sunday
"He is really articulate for a black guy."
MTV, you and your attempts to appeal completely slay me.
Love, Tally
"Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwaaayne..."
One of my favorite Christmas movies is coming on todaay! A Carol Christmas (:
I'm not gonna look it up, but one day i was thinking about the word "primate"...I always think about the bases of words and everything, and I started thinking about the word "primary/prime" too. Primates were scientifically not the first life forms to roam the earth, so it made me think of prime as in...top dog and stuff. So basically, my daze made me conclude that whomever put the word "primate" together...he/she thought his/her shit don't stink. We are the dominant species just because of mutations and things that we have that enable us to advance a hell of a lot. I just feel like humans are so full of themselves. Boo you are not that distant from a chimp. & When you are a few weeks in the womb, you look like a pig. Thanks honey, goodnight. (=
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Labels: Christmas, movies, music, Nicki Minaj, pictures
Monday
Yall Niggas Crazy
I'm sorry I didn't make three, bitch it was my birthday.
Anyways: How the hell you expect me to watch not only the 25 Days to Christmas thing everyday, but the Countdown to 25 Days of Christmas too? So I'm just gonna watch you count down to the countdown? Bitch, boo, bye. Really, that's just dumb.
So Thanksgiving is probably gonna be the best day ever. For the past two years, this weekend has somehow gone wrong for me but idk how something truly can go wrong when Lupe is releasing a mixtape where he's cutting on basically everyone we're getting tired of/embarrassed by ahemKanyeahem. Actually I don't think he'll go in on our favorite nigger, but I can dream.
You say you like my bag and the color of my nails, you can see that I got it goin on, uh uh.
"Autumn, why you don't talk?" ....What's that thing people say? Oh right; story of my life.
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Labels: Beyonce, birthdays, Christmas, holidays, Kanye West, Thanksgiving, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco


