I’m amazing/yeah I’m all that. If I aint on my grind/what you call that?
Love that line.
Then he follows up with something about stepping to a podium and watching his sodium. Hilarious.
I’m amazing/yeah I’m all that. If I aint on my grind/what you call that?
Love that line.
Then he follows up with something about stepping to a podium and watching his sodium. Hilarious.
I heard awful, horrible not-good news yesterday about a magazine I love. Refuse to say it aloud until I read it somewhere official and it’s not a rumor. And then Tremaya leaves a comment about it on yesterday’s blog and it makes my stomach hurt. She said the internets are reporting it as fact.
No.
I can’t.
And then, I log on to blog and a wesbsite reporting on it has tracked back to my interview with the editor in chief of said magazine. Which means it shows up on the sidebar of my blog.
Which makes it feel true.
No. I can’t.
How does Tog manage to get so dirty before I get her to school?!
Mad late. Tog is supposed to be atshool by 8:30 for breakfast. I’m at a red light a mile awat. And its 8:30.