I'm serious though. For more than a year I've been trying, with plastic smiles and fake humility, to get the City Colleges to release my grades so that I could graduate. I got fed up and wrote a letter that bordered on bitter and I got results. Now aint that some shit? They say you catch more moths with honey than bile or something like that, but it's not true. These assholes need to be threatened and shit. No one that I've encountered has ever responded to me having a nice, sensible conversation with them. From now on, I'm asshole women. With an embroidered buttocks across my ample busom, I will travel hither thither sprinkling salt on all situations. Shit, I can't stand most people, so why pretend.
So on December 12, 2003, if no more fuck ups fall from the sky, I will finally walk the hallowed halls of U of C for, hopefully, the last time. I shall be faced with official adulthood and that's no good. I need to "hit" at the boat so that I can sit on my computer trading, eating, and shopping online for the rest of my life. Momma I'm in love with a gangsta!!!!
Here we go y'all. I need some green, cash, dividends and a reputable, but comforting, therapist. And I'm doing it again, which is only gonna end in disaster, but I can't help it. Stupidity is the only thing that adds the spice to bland days. Bend over, that ass is too fat!!!
Ummmm....go to Lalah Hathaway's site. Heaven Knows is the shit. I love her. Despite the fact that she has only put out three albums (I own the first, think the second's a myth, and can't bring myself to enjoy the third with Joe Sample), I still hype her up. So love her. Find old posters, dip yourself in honey, and smear her image onto your skin. Oh, and go here.