Feels Good.

And with that, I’m outro so hard. 

Later, skaters. 

T.G.I.F. – Thank God I’m Fresh.

You know the drill.

It’s Friday.

Friday’s are rad, let’s riot.

Oh, and I realize that this blog is getting kinda spastic. I apologize. I’m going to go home, get blown, and do some strategic planning.

Well. Maybe not today.

But y’know, soon. 

Happy Thursday!

 

 Kbai.

Go to sleep my little time bomb…

Just one of those days.

I’m in a funk this morning, ya’ll.

I woke up at like 8 fucking o’clock ( I have to be at my office by 9) and I realized I need a haircut. This shit is in perma-bun/ braid mode, and I’m sick of it. My make-up looks weird today, and I’m fucking pale a fuck. My powder has turned to a bronzer since I’ve moved to the Bay. I hate it.

My mother and bro are flying in in 5 days, and I have nothing planned, and they’ve never been here before. So that sucks.

I need to get my eyebrows threaded, but I have to work late out in the City tonight, so that’s out of the question.

I need to start looking for coats/jackets, and fucking boots, cuz I feel the chill creepin’, and I refuse a repeat of last winter ( read: froze my ass off, in a jacket from like 4 seasons ago).

My left earbud just went kaput. Again. I swear, I have the worst luck with headphones, one always dies. I’m thinking about getting Skullcandy since Miguel is all about it…but what’s the point if they break 3 months later?

I’m going to this focus group meeting tonight, so I have to scratch the biz cas for the day, and these fucking pony hair pumps have never been broken in.

And I’m sleepy.

And crankster. Obvs.

And Ferna just g’chatted me the fact that he saw my little purchase from Karmaloop yesterday. This is after our whole “let’s be responsible and save” talk.

Fuck. Me.

The solution: Sleep less, do more. Diddy is an inspiration, ya’ll. I think I’m going to have to cut back to like 3 hours a day to stop being such a lame-o. Bring it. And bring those caffeine pills while you’re at it.

Srsly though, CRAZED!?!?

I dunno, maybe because I’m a little less than sober now, but this video [Rondo Brothers - "Crazed"] is bugging me the fuck out. I’ve been listening to this song for months, and finally looked it up today. And I didn’t expect…this. Kindof the creeps.

To counteract:

It’s also kinda Creepy McCreeperson, but in a cute way. The first time I heard this song I was writing a paper in my room listening to my iTunes through my headphones, and when that voice came on I almost jumped outta my skin. Scared me shitless for a second, no joke. But now I love it. *le sigh*

And btw: This is NOT how a Saturday should sound. My weekend is already starting out to be super rad. But I have yet to think of a rad enough song to explain it. It’d prob. sound like dominoes, and bleezies..and sunshine…and FRIENDSHIP.