Now, usually I don't do this, but uh, go ahead on. Let this b shake her cookie.


P.S. Someone owes MIA a thank you for raising the silly graphics in video bar.

Growed-up

Things are looking good. Wanna see?


My kid's mad cute.


My friends are mad sexy.


My phone blowin' up, so nigga just text me.

I just keep thinking of aborigines, black albinos and underwater cities. More on these things later.

I cannot sleep. It's always happening, mostly when I really need to sleep.

Also, sometimes I justify my alcoholism in bizarre manners.

Sometimes when I'm hungover, I'm too stupid to be mean. Sometimes when I'm hungover, brunch is like medicine. Sometimes when I'm hungover, every little thing and every little person that I encounter is kinda wonderful. Like the whole world is winking at me.

I had a hole in my belly today. Try as I might, I couldn't seem to fill it. I asked my body what it needed (a hippy principle my mom taught me--the answer is usually water, fyi). My body said "That man."

So I had chocolate instead. I had:
*Two cadbury eggs (1 regular, one orange creme)
*One Milky Way
*One heart shaped Reese's pb cup

Barf. I'm such a Cathy cartoon.