AN 18TH MOMENT WITH BOTCH.

in the above picture, i'm trying to get my ice cubes. it was deathly hot, and ice cubes were my only fix. it's a disgustingly awesome picture.. but only because of the scenario. i didn't celebrate my birthday this year. i'm only a little sad about it. birthdays are kind of a big deal to me, but i couldn't figure this one out. anyone who says they love hip hop more than me, is lying lol.
i had braces for over four years, and some days i wish i still had them. braces rule, and anyone who doesn't love theirs are craaazyy. i loved my mouth full of metal. it was an accessory i never had to take off, nor was allergic to. aww yeahhh!
i haven't slept in in.. since like.. new years day?! and i think even then, i woke up at 10am.. which isn't much of a sleep in.. which is really some kind of bizarre cause i fucking love to sleep.
i sometimes get the feeling i'm not "girly" enough. my boyfriend says i'm extremely girly.. but like, 40% of my purchases, are bought in the men's department. i figure if i wear it with a trashy shade of lipstick, i'll still feel feminine.
growing up people always told me i had nice hands and nice legs. i fully appreciate my hands, although it's a weird asset to love.. i haven't grown the self-confidence to appreciate my legs, i hate my thighs.. but i'm working on it.
today someone says to me, "BOTCH! didn't you used to freestyle?!" hahahaha. OHHHH MAAANN. i replied with nervous laughter and a, "haha.. uhh. kind.. of". most embarrassing moment of my life, honestly.
i love desserts. if it were up to me, desserts would be meal size, and meals would be dessert size. although, i hate super sweet things.. like white chocolate *gag. i fucking hate you white chocolate. you're so gross. i liiiive for baklava though. baklava, cannoli, shmoo cake, hazelnut anything.. ohhhh yeahh! live it up.
superkid and peanut butter ice cream are my favorite flavors. does anyone know where i can get superkid ice cream in bulk?! i'd eat that shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
i haven't been in a blogging mood lately. getting no comments seriously does some damage to your self-esteem.. it's like i know people read my shit, but it doesn't feel right. kinda like i put out a movie, it sold out, but i didn't get a single review. it's some bull shit if you ask me. relax, i'm only half angry lol.
i am going to see rick ross tonight.. whip it real hard, whip it, whip it, real hard.

my name is botch, and this is my blog.