rant ahead beware.

"Life for me aint been no crystal stair"

I could say that but life aint over. I doubt i Hit my best years. (my boobs have tho) Something's been off though. I don't know what it is, maybe it's my shoe ban. Maybe it's been that since 2011 people who say they are friends have acted wayyy less than.

Dissapointment on lots of fronts.
I think I do the best that I can and it's not good enough.
I'm tired.
Tired of having a fibroided uterus that dictates how many OB's i will soak through (btw OB i really wanna know wtf happened that you had a shortage. I mean i switched to playtex but still) and how many vicodins I will pop in a week. You know how high that shit gets you? shit i'm high at work, high when im playing with the king. shit is bonkers.

Tired of people looking at my fro sideways. Bitch I'm here and I'm kinky.
Mad that I had to chuck the dueces to my favorite wig LouWanda

Mad b/c the one book that i dream about being my best seller is the one book i WILL NEVER get back. Stupid cocksucking blackberry.

Tired of douchebags and assholes and i'm tired of being nice.
Wait Jasmine is nice.
Yes tired of being nice. I hate feeling taken advantage of and im at the point where i'm ready to say fuck you, fuck you and fuck you. Wait i said that already.

Got Bamboolzed and Hoodwinked. That won't happen again.

Got Trey Songz Triple P album and i want my damn money back. Shit is gutter material, just one big compilation of songs, no cohesion and his voice aint even all that. Fucking moaning and trembling ass billygoat. Tight 6 packs mean nothing to my ears homie.

and I hate Shrinkage