4/14/10

I don't know how to start this. What should I say exactly? This feeling is so foreign to me now, typing on a fully functioning keyboard, actually allowed to share my thoughts as fluidly for me as possible. There's just so much that needs to be recorded, I won't say that these are the best years of my life because no one will ever know tomorrow, but we remain thankful for it still. 

I named her Cleo, the MacBook Air my mother so graciously bestowed upon me. My previous MacBook, purchased by a one Hilarious Dodoh, is now basically in ruins after having jumped so many countries so many times it was surely on its last leg this year. I kept that thing for 3 years, it feels good to work on something new. After all that seems to be what my entire life is about right now, the pursuit of "new", perhaps I shouldn't generalize it so, I mean on average I can be satisfied by the simplest of means, perhaps I meant to say is that I am on the hunt for something "new" in my percentage of human interaction. I'm always fucking with this person or that person, with no malicious intent of course, simply out of pure boredom. Human beings are the most dazzling of puzzles one can amuse ones self with. And I've always loved puzzles. 

My life is very interesting right now, there are a lot of boys, a lot of sex, a lot of scandal and a lot of laughter, honestly everyday I wake up I think "What will show on Gossip Girl Ghana today?"

I'm going to write about all my exploits, it needs to be recorded before it is forgotten.  

Moping achieves absolutely nothing. 

I don't know why niggas keep on employing the use of it.

I'm afroboujie, I'm cosmopolitan, I'm determined to give myself everything I deserve, I won't lose, I won't let anyone win, all I have to do is ask and it will be mine, I understand that small part of this gigantic world, I understand that part of my  soul. Ask and it shall be given. The age old tale of success within ones self. 

There's not really a lot to say once you've said that.

A lot's been going on man, And I find myself just standing and watching as it all flows around me. Like in those speed shots where the world is buzzing and this once human being is just standing there staring. I've become easily detachable, easily bored and more unwilling to invest in other human beings emotionally. 

I don't ever want another father.

It's simply nothing new to me, same book different cover. Same old "You're so beautiful, I can take you places" every nigga rubber necking trying to stick a claim to me. This one cat said there's something Nicki Minaj about me, it's probably the attitude. I've discovered that since I'm so pretty I can get away with saying a lot, a lot meaning the truth. I took it as a compliment, least he didn't hit me with the Amber Rose. Gotta make being black white too huh?

Ever since the invention of lying really, when I saw Jennifer Garner just spit it like that, without intending on causing any harm just telling the plain old truth. It touched me. 

I fucks with that hardbody. 

I'm becoming one of those girls I always wanted to be. Those chicks in the American sitcoms, with the freedom, the style, the attitude and it's just so strange how naturally it came, and the uncanny ability to be in really cool places at really cool times, without really caring. I've achieved the perfect level on nonchalance. 

When we walked out of the club it was 7 in the morning, we then left the supers and went to the other ones. Smoked, laughed and chilled. Hope they follow me on Twitter. They said I was too boujie, I say that's bullshit. At the end of the day you're all human beings just like I am so I don't give a fuck who you are, Frankey will always be Frankey ya get me? I'm too down to earth man.

I'm too much of a pot head to be a groupie chick. 

Lets follow each other on Twitter yeah? 

So I can have my life, but you're still aware of my existence. Just be aware. Know that yes, chicks like me have survived the mass cultural cattle take over and hold fast to my intelligence. 

Because yeah I'm hot, it's something my sick mind is learning to exploit, it's like a new toy. Before it was just there you know, I wasn't really sure if I was pretty and I didn't really care. I thought about other things fashion, drugs and music. Philosophy, History, Art and Legend of Zelda. 

I haven't had successful sex in like 800 years. It'll be the icing on the cake when I finally get some damn ass. 

Too many niggas and not enough hoes. 

Jane's career is about to take the fuck off. Mine as well. 

Life is great. 

Jah Bless forever more.

Thank Him for today, tomorrow and yesterday. 

Especially tomorrow.

CAUSE IT'S MY MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY!!!