Friday, February 20, 2009

CUZ THEY MY LIFE! AY!



i lost my dad when i was seven. people always say "you must not remember him huh?" wrong. i remember everything! his face. his voice. his smell. they say everything happens for a reason, and there were times where i doubted this. i only had seven years with my pops, that never seemed enough. but i understand it now. you gotta go when you gotta go. ALTHOUGH my dad might not be here for a lot, i have a great family who supports me, who stands by me, and they do everything in their power to act as my dad in whatever ways possible, without stealing his place. & they did a good job.
MY MOM IS A SOLDIER. she's the strongest person i know, i don't know how she maintained raising three kids by herself while losing the love of her life. she's given me everything i could ever ask for, and plus some, without spoiling me to shit. she taught me that everything comes from working hard and keeping your head straight. & i'll never be able to thank her enough for that. my brother & my sister have both been in my life as teachers, as friends, as family & they got it all from my mom and dad. & they are the greatest four people to ever step foot into my life. i didn't have two parents, i got four.
i might complain a lot, actually.. i complain a lot.. but having/had these people in my life makes me realize that in actuality i have absolutely nothing to complain about. they've made me laugh when i thought crying was my only option. they've bailed me out of sticky situations. they've picked me up when i was stranded. they've loved me, they dress dope, they're good looking, LOL WHAT?! THEY ARE! they're really the illest people i know. SO THIS DAY, this entry, is for them. i will dedicate my whole life to my family, cause they dedicated all of theirs to me. THANKS. i'm too lucky. i love you:)

Monday, February 16, 2009

I DON'T EXPECT YALL TO UNDERSTAND.

WE SPENT THE MOST TIME, WORKING THIS GOLD MINE.
EVERYBODYS GOT THEIR OWN STORY, I WROTE MINE.
EVERYBODYS GOT THEIR OWN WORDS, YOU QUOTE MINE.
EVERYBODY THINKS IM FUCKING NUTS, WANNA HOLD MINE ?

Sunday, February 15, 2009

MA CRY ME A RIVER, BUILD A BRIDGE & GET OVER IT

I DUNNO! i really just.. really just don't.. know! if you haven't seen "hip hop: beyond beats & rhymes", you can check it out with the link maribeth posted. it's good. & it made my weekend. you're odd around me. we both just need to drink our beers and chill. cuz all this awkward shit, ain't my fancy. WELL. this weekend was completely random, awkward, fucked up, and yeah just extremely weird. almost like i was really really really head bust. for the entire weekend. i was watching my life, but wasn't really living it. like, i was watching a movie of my life, or a dream more like. that sounds fucked up. but really that's how it was. like what?! this doesn't feel right. nothing felt right. not to say i'm like, bummed or anything. cause i'm not. i just don't feel, "right". i feel weird. A FEELING I CAN'T EXPLAIN! anyways. fuck it. tues-fri to get through and then i'm on another weekend. & this will be the best weekend of february. TRICK ASS BITCH! tj i miss you! & you're pretty! haha, k bye.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

..YEAH.

boo. valentine's day. 85% wasn't enough. he bailed. typically.

now that i uploaded all my pics, i deleted my facebook, again. wow a whole day on facebook before i wanted to delete it. i just need a free host, that uploads faster and has un-limited bandwidth! i can dream can't i. it's just too icky being on that shit man, forreals. my back's out. it fucking hurts. like really extremely badly. DAMN MOVING DESKS! never again. this day sucks. i'm like mad, but trying not to be mad, cause i already knew this was going to happen, so why be mad when you expected it right? ehhhhhhhh i ate so much today and got called fat. life rocks.

Friday, February 13, 2009

OKAY, YOU WANNA PLAY ROUGH!?

I'M FROM WINNIPEG.
where the crime rates are ridiculous. where egos are fucking high. where mosquitoes and snow are the first words you learn and your car doors frequently freeze shut. where it smells like shit, but the people are fucking cool. you fall on the ice, but the summers are fucking hot. our beaches are beautiful and we know how to party. we drink lucky and smoke canadian classics if we have to, cuz we're just too fucking real like that. we have SOCIALS, and we know the meaning of "heat score", "jones" and "purple city". we hate polo park but we still shop there, and a vacation is a drive to minneapolis. we rep our city hard, cause we love it here, no matter how many times we've said otherwise. we smile and say hello to strangers. we apologize when we bump into people. we love sunshine and stars. we're down for burgers and milkshakes and tim horton's and starbucks. we don't fuck around, we're fucking cocky, but we live in a city that's better than yours, and that's our reason.
i don't know what my mind's telling me, things are crazy, and stress levels should be at the top of the charts right now, but i'm chillin. "fuck it." cheers bitches. i'll see yall tonight.

a thug changes. love changes. okay yo, we could play rough.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

YOU FLOSS TOO MUCH.

IN MY CAMERA, I HAVE MY LIFE, HERE, ENJOY LIVING:










ignore wackness.. live dopeness..


i get this itch that you're gonna bail on me tomorrow. i'm leaning towards like a 85% chance you'll bail. but i'm persistent. i need to get my shit together, and so do you. we both need to step up to the plate kid, get er' done.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

SEVEN YEARS STRONG.



SEVEN YEARS & KICKING!

homework sessions, cheating off each other before class, doing each other's hair, at the worst, at our best, crying, laughing, boys, drama, sports, basketball games, ninangs, alcohol, vacations, droppin' money, stealing each other's clothes, puking in each other's toilets, late night phone calls, parties til the morning, beers with cops, causing a ruckus at the forks, and everything in between, nah. i wouldn't have that with anybody else. my girls, my friends, my life, no matter how far, how long, we're forever.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

MOTHER FUCKER I'M ILL.

DON'T EVER LET THE FACT THAT YOU CAN'T BE PERFECT STOP YOU FROM DOING YOUR BEST.

- MURS.

music, life, fab4, beer, cigarettes, boys, sneakers, books, vacations, we go hard.
no lie, you know this. fuck ice, no one on the corner have swagga like us.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

BIG TINGS GWAN

janet's back in town!! BALLIN!! nothing aside from that really matters right now but okay.. in other news.. social tickets! buy them from me! i'm sorry i can't understand what you're saying when you're hitting on me. what's good girl or hats goat grill?! what !? ENGLISH SON! english. i wanna take a walk with you or i wanna taco wid glue?! what?! taco with glue?! i'm not sure. today this guy got super embarrassed when i asked him what school he was from. he replied, gordon bell. when i said, oh how old are you, he said "16". SEE YOU LATER KID! i know i don't look like it, but i'm 21, i don't run that. ay ay ay. janet. ay ay ay! fab4 plus company, AY! see yall fuckers tonight, we'll be painting this city drunk! song on the blog right now is killin shit. you be the one to tell me you can't jam to this shit forever. res' voice is so fucking 90's hip hop soul on it! like a fucking cool breeze on a summer day. speaking of which, shout out to god for giving winnipeg such good weather/ yo. it is sick. i wore sneakers instead of boots today like HI. this is livin large. middle finger to all the bad shit that's been happening lately. holy fuck february, you are kind of an asshole. hospitals, goodbyes, gettin' jumped, and valentine's day. i'll never be able to say fuck you enough times. stay up that's the motto right. you gotta keep your head strong and your beer in hand, and your friends on speed dial. parallel to hell but i must maintain. &i'm doing good. better than that, so to everyone who's taking february a little hard, my prayers and hugs are with you all. whoa this blog just went from stupid random shit to a serious episode of oprah. my apologies. ZOMBIES RULE!

rick ross: just bite this dick.
mom: aye, whats this?
botch: it's called shit music.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

HANDS UP, GUNS OUT, REPRESENT.


if you were a boy, dangiddy dangiddy. i love you ma! thats it! ARE YOU READY TO KICK CANADA'S ASS?! give montreal the biggest snuff to the gut, spit phlegm on the streets, nikes on our feet, pimpin all over the world, since we were 13, party & bull shit, study & sleep, TWITCH (lucky!), christmas songs in june, we don't need to dance just pull down your pants, long live the fray, mcdonald's all day, venti cinnamon apple spice, a tribe called quest, power builder nipples, basketball practice, defense drills, around the field cross country laps, hip hop horray, fucka common hat, other girls just blow, roasted marshmellows, hair straightening, gettin a tan man, bring make up to camp, drive to selkirk, reppin hip hop & the 204 wherever we go.. good god. they ain't ready. let's go get em'!!

COMICAL:
botch: now we're both 21, let's go to vegas!
teej: k, you got me?

rich: if you had to use only one utensil for the rest of your life--
botch&ma: A FORK!
rich: no way, what about soup.. and you can cut with a spoon, and you--
josh: one.. chopstick.

carm: eh whatever..................pussy. so vulgar.
botch: i like vulgarity!
carm: fuck fuck fuck, cunt cunt cunt.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

SERIOUSLY.

YOU'RE RUINING HIP HOP.

just quit the front dude. your boyfriend's cheating on you.
& his wang ain't all that, so you really don't have much. a shitty-fuck, & a cheater. sucks yo.
this whole february month is looking to be a little fucking crazy, and i am amped bitches.
don't forget to cop your social tickets for my sister's social aka the rager!! that is all:)

HI HATER.

you see me, hi hater. middle fingers all day.



i was kind of hating on mob before, but their new line = dope. cop na cop ! so friday was illen at my house.. twas wicked. saturday = lucid day!! one of the greatest kids in life right now. shout out to rich for letting us use the ride to get to the old people party.. which turned out to be crazy bumpin?! maribeth's parents know how to party!! i pretty much got to see all my best friends this weekend, minus janet, but she will be in from edmonton very shortly!! sick! beer, cheesecake, lobster, good music & friends. that's a weekend son. be jealous. on to another topic. you're a fucking phony. you're just a shitty version of me, cause i dress better, i'm way cooler, and my friends are actually my friends. not a pool of youngins who think that reppin will you will make them ill. you can just hop off my dick now shawty. stop ruining hip hop..!! oh oh.. GZA GZA!! <3 kanye's hair cut and weight loss looks hella gross. *yack.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

YO.

I FUCKING LOVE WEEKENDS. cuz this one kicked ass. serious ass. even with me being hella annoying and obnoxious.. i dunno why so much these days, BUT YO! weekend = off the hook.
so i've decided since i get people asking what songs are on my blog, that i'll post em. i'll be posting the songs i've used in order every first of the month.. which is today.. this list will be kind of off, cause i did it from memory.. but from now on i'll keep track of the rest. it'll also be kind of extremely long because it's my first!! i might be missing some so sorry:( anyways.. chyea! here it is bitches!! now you can all make yourselves some botcho blog cds! oh the joy! relax, i'm kidding.

santogold - les artistes
brotha lynch hung - rest in piss
santogold - creator
platinum pied pipers - stay with me
lords of the underground - chief rocka
we are scientists - selective memory
arctic monkeys - fluorescent adolescent
shyheim - here come the hits
blackalicious - deception
3OH!3 - don't trust me
the vandals - fuck you, it's my birthday!
black sheep - b boys theme
lupe fiasco - sunshine
atmosphere - hold mine (ft. blueprint, illogic, eyedea, aesop)
wreckx-n-effect - rump shaker
funkdoobiest - hip hop

p.s. tribe x jordan, the world has gone mad!!!!