can i just say... my job is like being in an abusive relationship. its good sometimes and when its bad its so bad. and unpre-fuckin-dictable. upper management needs to get all their shit together. or they will not have a job to come to in the mornings.

wiz khalifa - that kid frankie.

i told you guys. denim jackets are hot for dudes as well. but eh...its too hot for the shit now.

thisis$HAR0NA's lip piercing experience.

in a fit of anger in late April...my lip ring fell out. it probably got loose from all the people who were catching the pure hell being thrown from my vocal cords that weekend. well thats neither here nor there, i just so happened to look down and noticed the post to my ring was on the floor; felt my lip... nothing was there. it just fell out. :( then i told myself.."you're turning twenty-four babe, time to take the kiddie shit out." so after weeks of debate, phantom lip ring bites, people telling me something was missing from my face, and withdrawals i said "FUCK THAT SHIT SON, I'm getting my lip redone!" next thing you know i'm back in the chair, swiped my card, and got myself a shiny new pink CZ in my lip ;) here's the footage, enjoy ;) nothing gruesome i promise. i'm super squeamish i wouldn't even do you like that.

finally.

a promotion that i will take! mo' money, mo' money, mo' money. *fist pump* i start monday. it was past due. and i also decided that i'm just gonna do me like Drizzy. i'd rather just cancel myself out on my own terms than to have my feelings hurt...again. i'm at the point of... if it ain't long term... then i won't really waste my time. if we just kickin it, we kickin it. i feel you on that. but i mean i'm not really on that right now. in the words of Hov, you either love me or leave me alone. no need to drag shit out. you say you're my boyfriend then you go missing for days on end. and i lowkey don't even think your friends even know we are what we are. you know my friends and acquaintances as my boyfriend and i can't get the same? but maybe...just maybe those are assumptions. but i don't like to be hidden. so yeaaa, i'm off that already. but more about the job. i'm pretty sure it won't be too far from what i've already been doing at work which is having common fucking sense in a workplace where all people do is panic. so wish me luck. ;)

Foreign Exchange - Daykeeper.

"its not like it was before. and she can't keep me anymore."

footnote:  “Sometimes I rap; sometimes I sing like the Moody Blues.”- phonte. he sings on this song and all the others unless Darien Brockington is featured. do your homework, kid(s).