WITH ALL THAT RAH RAH RAH, YOU'RE PLAYIN YASELF..

EVERYBODY'S PSYCHO OR SOME TYPE OF GOOD FELLOW, BUT ME I KEEP IT REAL, THAT'S ALL SWINE LIKE JELLO.

TRIBUTE WEEK: DAY 1
HER NAME IS BONIBELLE. in school we were inseparable. we would leave dental technology (cause who wants to carve a block of wax into a molar?!) to go roam hallways. chill in the stairwell, have a cigarette, raid the vending machine and have teachers say "hello ladies" instead of "get back to class". we pretty much ran shit. now, we see each other randomly, we make fun of people (marti, honestly 80% of are jokes are about marti lol), we converse about sexy boys, illiterate people, ugly people, fat people, peg city's drama, and we laugh til it hurts. if we don't talk for a year, we can call each other and the conversation will go like we talked yesterday without anything being awkward. & although we haven't had a beer together (YET), our conversations always seem drunk. she's the only person who's as random as me.. and as rude. although she doesn't look like it, she swears like a sailor.. but it suits her. in all honesty, bonibelle knows the most about my life right now. i tell her everything.. she's very criticizing. telling me which dudes i should drop cuz they're psychos.. and i trust her opinion.. most times. she protected me when i was really head bust one day, well she laughed at me, but it felt like protection. she always sends me texts during school and they get me through the day. her moms & pops are two of the illest. she's fucking smart as hell, and she'll never lie to me. she feeds my heart with "you're fat, you're a slut, fuck you botcho". in short, she is down.. and i love her like crazy. my american eagle, mac, cupcake, starbucks loving, i got you kid. til the end of time.
feelin: good
listen: jeru the damaja - ya playin' yaself