A 6TH MOMENT WITH BOTCH.

THEY SAY BOTCH THAT SHIT, WELL, I'M BEGINNING TO BE.. WHILE I'M IN MY PRIME, YOU'RE PRETENDING TO BE.

i fucking love coffee. i went through a good four month period of drinking coffee every morning, but i hate what that shit does to you. so i quit it.. but fuck, do i love it. i've had about five cups in about a week's time and that scares me. i don't wanna depend on it anymore.. but i totally do.
gum rules. if you have a pack of gum, you are a grade-A type person. during basketball season, i could NOT go through a game without gum. gum is fucking bomb.
i had braces for over four years. i miss them terribly.. my teeth were fucking jacked up before though. they were chaotic. i needed braces when i was like 12 and my mom was kinda like "you can deal." she finally gave in at the age of fifteen. the years in between that were hell. i hated that shit.
i cry every time i see fireworks. i hide it, but i totally cry.. it's a personal type thing.
when i was a kid, my dad promised to take me go-karting. we never went. i refuse to ever go go-karting.. and every time someone brings it up, i can't fucking do it. i change the subject right away.
the song "karma" by lloyd banks was dedicated to me by an ex-boyfriend. it will never fully be listened to by me, ever. it just, hurts. hurts too fucking much man. thirty seconds in and i feel like an asshole.
i dress pretty bummy monday through friday. ball shorts and a t-shirt. pretty much always. & if it's winter, it's sweats and a t-shirt.. and sneakers always. my days are filled with running around doing errands, and i don't give a fuck if i look like i just woke up. weekends are for dressing up.. and even still, sometimes i wish i could roll in the club in a baggy ass tee and ball shorts. i contemplate doing it too often.
i feel like everyone who smokes belmonts started because of me. i don't care what they say, it's because of me. you meet someone, and ask them how they found out about belmonts.. if they don't say me, they're lying.
i constantly over-hear people i roll with talk shit about me. sometimes i wanna grab their fucking jaw, and see how much my knuckles would bleed as the two made contact. other days i'm like "fuck it". i feel like anyone who can't say what they think about me to my face are punks. sometimes people only talk shit about you to impress the people they're with. be careful what you say people, i'm not that far behind you.
i would never do anything to compromise my friendship.
i've been thinking about quitting smoking constantly lately.. but non-smokers are such bitches. i don't want to be a non-smoker. if anything, i would LOOOVE if i could cut down to three a day.. but it's fucking hard man. cigarettes are bitches. they look good, but they fuck up your life.

you must be honest, and true to the next.. don't be phony and expect one not to flex.

& i will blog til the death of me.