wow i have so much work to do, i'm definitely staying late today. so i guess i might as well blog.
this morning a guy on the train said he liked my style. he said i was like a mix of pharrell and jackie o.
i think it might have been the pearls, grandma jcrew bag, and the beat up sneakers. or maybe the fact that i forgot a belt this morning and my jeanz be saggin. or maybe bc i was nodding my head to nasty nas. speaking of which, i happened to be listening to represent from his album illmatic, and he says: "this goes out to everybody in new york that's living the real fucking life." looking past the fact that it should be "who's" and not "that's", i think i qualify for this shout out. i used to live in bedstuy. i carry a blade. okok so it's a very small box cutter, but still, i could fuck you up! anyways. i'm totally living hthe real fucking life. who knew i'd turn out to be such a motherfuckin G?
i think i'm turning red as i write this so i should stop. in other news, mufasa is dead. as a doornail. except he was a marigold, and not a doornail. BUT next to him, a new flower sprang up. i'm going to name him simba. strange what a self-fulfilling prophesy that turned out to be. i'm also getting a dog in 2 weeks. i wanted to name him Lennie Small, but... i guess i should rethink it.
is that his ass or his face? you can't tell. maybe i'll just name him assface.
wow i should get back to work.
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