THIS IS WHY I’M HOT.
I’m hot ‘cause I’m fly. You ain’t ‘cause you not.
It’s pointless to complain about grammatical errors in rap music. If you can’t handle a little pronoun-antecedent disagreement, turn off the Snoop Dogg and crank up the Beethoven. It’s not his fault that you’re OCD.
This weekend was fabulous. Beautiful. Emotional. Unemotional. Freeing. Captivating. Hurtful. Healing. Deep. Short. Perfect.
Tootsie texted me saying that she climbed a 5.12. Woah. I want that to be me someday. Someday is nowhere near now, though.
Scatterbrained I am. Leave I must. Sianara.
