So long ago I grew tired of this monarchy. The one that makes me a surf or a peasant to a king, a queen and thier precious prince. To hell with it, soon i'll sit in the thrown of my own kingdom, where I won't have to eat from the Prince's left overs...
That was something I needed to get off my chest. But while I'm here, so rarely do I get the chance to blog my thoughts as they come to me. So I guess I can do that now.
Favoritism is a bitch and I think I'd rather have one child and spoil him rather than to play favorites with one. It's 6:06am right now, I'm hoping this young lady will wake up and call me and tell me to come over, cause if the sun comes up before she does I'm staying in.
The other day while waiting at the bus stop I came up with the idea for the tattoo I want for the right side of my neck. See I've always wanted a neck tattoo but I didn't want to use that space for any words or names. I feel a neck tattoo should be a dope image, no offense to any one who has otherwise. So for me it's been hard because I'm a sucker for angels, but I didn't want to be accused of copying Pharrell's neck tat. Hmmmm, so what should I get? I love the idea of wings but I'm not gonna just put a set of wings on my neck.... So that day at the bus stop an idea landed on my shoulder, an idea to have a neck tattoo that incorporates wings with my love for my great city NYC! BAM! What was it? Lol you'll know sooner than later. And before you go preaching about how I should think about it because neck tattoos aren't professional, please save your breath, I thought it through and I want nothing to do with corporate America any way. I'm gonna be professional in my own way. Although there is this girl I like who said she dislikes neck tats. Hmmmm ya wanna know about her?
Lol, I'm not gonna drop names, plus if she's reading this she knows it's about her cause she's sharp. I think that's one of my favorite things about her. I see you baby. (Moment of weakness, moving on)
I fucking hate liars yo, and I know everyone says that but I'm dead serious I can't stand em.... remember the frontin force blog? Yeah, LIARS. But I guess I can't be mad some people are just wired differently.
I feel like I've been betrayed by a man I've called my brother for over 10 years, over a piece of ass. I can't be mad at the female in the situation cause a whore will be a whore, but damn homie, just like that? Let's play Eno for a fool huh? Aight.
My ears are killing me, and I don't even feel like they're stretched out to the size I want yet. Why did I start stretching my ears you ask? Would you believe me if I told you I've loved the idea since I was a 12 year old in 7th grade? Yeah, my teacher had her ears stretched and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. So after having my ears pierced for the past 8 years rocking the studs that I loved, I figured "try something different" and so the stretching has begun? Got a problem? Get in line.
I have some ideas for some photo shoots, I'm, gonna make it happen. As hard as it may be, I'm gonna make a living out of being a photographer. I believe in myself.
People please stop putting every last aspect of your life on facebook, it's getting ridiculous.
Well it's 6:34 now the sun is gonna start creeping soon and I think I'm done venting. So thanks for spending this time with me.
Stay Up and Stay Tuned!