.. & MY LIFE IS MESSY TOO! so i'm cleaning up. can we cut out the cigarettes? can we cut out the redbull & vodka? can we cut out the beer? can we cut out the nights that last til 5AM? hmmmmmmmmmm.. good questions botch! you got some answers?! nah./ i got nothing. i got this voice inside my head that says "YO BOTCH!! take er' easy." then i got text messages that say "warehouse party, i'll get you in free, beers on me." and then my voice says, "WHAT DO I DO!!". i'll tell you what i'll do!! i'll blog about how i don't know what to do! what?! wait.. what?! k den.
20 days yall.. 20 days.. but TONIGHT.. i am saying "fuck everything" in a good sense. i am not leaving the crib. i am cleaning up my room, and my life.. & i've got it completely under wraps i think. i'll blast man on the moon & illmatic, let some sunshine in, change my sheets, have a rewarding beer.. and as my thoughts are just as scattered as my wardrobe, i am looking forward to grabbing them and hoisting them into bundles of confidence, organization, & truth. esco, let's go.
p.s. that new roots track is boss. thanks mike. p.p.s. i think all my friends should leave twitter and convert to blogs. i'm just sayin..
sometimes the decisions i make seem wrong to some.. i believe everything i do is not excusable, nor applaudable, but nothing is regretful. i regret nothing.. and if that makes me look like a bad person, let's base regret off of a few thoughts. i'm a 21 year old female with one life, and one life only. i would like to look back at shit one day and say, "damnnn that night was crazy!!".. & so far, that sentence has frequented my mouth more than "i love nas".. and you know thas some shit.. i just came to get lost between god & a shot of scotch!
the night started off with the p.i.c..
and ma!
my favorite local dj!!
this is like our best picture ever.. we need more.
whoa whoa lady.. save some of that action for over here;)
botch meets maribeth.
love and electrik surprised us.
girls voice = too dope (i think her name's roxy but im not sure..), and kevin = the shit
good pictures?! i juzz dont know how..
i don't know who this is, but he rocked shit.. MIA SUNSHOWERS?! hellllooooo awesomeness.
two times in three months?! call this city lucky.
weak crowd, weak venue, & i don't know how they still killed it, but they still killed it.
jr flo needs to be recognized.. give this man a trophy!!
THE FIST SHAKER! oh lawwd.. this guy was feelin it, and he showed you he was feelin it by shaking his fist like it was nobody's business.. if anyone knows this man, please give him daps.
the way garth brooks twangs his guitar.. same feeling.
same feeling!
we like your scarf:)
maribeth does too.
aw bezzies.
it's a good look.
9 compared to 50?! i'm juzz sayin..
aye ! ang galing!
i might post the other vids from this night, but i'm smizzashedd in them so we'll see! ..and so let's re-cap. the venue was shit.. first time i've been to that piece of shit in like two years, and it made me remember why. promotion was poor, after texting everyone asking where they were they were like "what?! i knew nothing about it?!".. crowd was.. there were a lot of douche bags. there were the select few cool people but i feel like they weren't hype enough. bianca maribeth and i were fucking raging, and people were looking at us like we were crazy.. but fuck you guys! people tell us "slow your roll" but we screamin "fuck that!".. shout out to awesome sounds and jack daniels for making this night wicked. keys n krates killed it, as expected, and if you haven't seen them yet, you're trippin. get on that asap. i went to write a test with zero hours of sleep in the same outfit and some gum in my hair (whattttt?! gum?!! fuckinnn drunk azzzz).. i'm not too sure how i did on that, but i'll post what i got some time this week./ i was told i smelled like alcohol and cigarettes.. i told dude i went to keys n krates, and he fully watched their vids on youtube while he marked exams lol.. after i wrote that shit, i went downtown to have lunch with bonibelle, then i went to the library to get some study on.. which just turned into me blazing.. i ended up not even really sleeping on friday and i don't know why?! saturday is something i don't wanna talk about.. and with that being said, we're at sunday.. OH SUNDAY. 22 more days til i see my boyfriend, and 23 more days til i get to say "PEACE.. you stupiiiiddd MOTHHHAHHH SUUUCKKKAHS!".. i've never looked more forward to getting on an airplane. big things in 22 days people, big things.
my life kicks ass.. sorry fuck it if that offends you.
KEYS N KRATES!!!!! if you have nothing to do tonight, come out.. and if you have something to do tonight, cancel it, and come out. matisse i wanna have your babies!!
dance. drink. jump. drink. jump higher. hand waves. laugh. drink. spill some beer. shots. cheers. almost fall, laugh it off. apply lip gloss. check phone. no one called. another beer. cheers. jump. shots. rage. that's the plan. tonight's gonna be a rager. fucking raageee..
enough to make me extremely hung over for a test tomorrow morning?! let's fucking hope so son!! everybodddehhhhhh.. SHOTS!! SHOTS!! SHOTS!! SHOTS!!
SEPTEMBER 2009 kid cudi - cudi zone kid cudi - enter galactic a tribe called quest - award tour nas - represent a tribe called quest - 1nce again (keys n krates remix) lords of the underground - funky child
Consistently making a mess of things, she's either "funny" or "weird". Botcho usually finds herself awake for too long despite her love of sleep. She's busy exploring the world with a taste for fashion, concerts, breaking rules, hair dying and pizza. She only calls herself a writer in an attempt for her blog to make sense. For all business inquiries, you can contact her mom.
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