Stop pulling out your hair!! Please!!! I know it feels good when you pull out the ones that are rooted deep and cause pain but think of the patch you'll get. I know you cant help it, you do it when you're nervous or upset or stressed. Are you always all those things now. Your hair will look a mess, just stop!! Take your hands out of your head
Followers
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
My hilarious bajan wknd-well at least 2 me
Sooooo, dis weekend was fun/funny wtf. Saturday night dis dude we met(used as our drop) from a previous party offered 2 take us (Myself and my friend ) to a soca fete, cool. So in the party dude like corbeaux on my ass so i decided to lean against the stage and dance. Get the hint predator like dude? Apparently not.So i had to buff him. On the way home, after 5am, I'm in the back seat n i notice the car takin a detour. Im quiet, my friend goes, ammm where we goin? He says matter of factly :Brandons beach 2 skinny dip' face straight continues driving. I wanna buss out laughin eh. So friend is like umm no pal take us home. Vex no ass he spins the car around speeds, passes my house str8 so im like excuse! He said "I go drop u after" which imo makes no sense. Drops her off n she is like call me when u inside. After i disembark he tells me hold up. Oh can i get your number? Im like i doh have a fone, while fone in hand. He goes im a good guy i go take u out. I yawn like yeh umm i sleepy. Im goin inside. Dude is vex. He is like u see me, now too early n i was lookin 2 have a good time, Im goin to d strip club!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
I fuckin fed up
And you see this! This is why i fuckin hate uwi cavehill. How d fuck do you mess up a student's email and not send any correspondence to them then not follow up and say dog, did you get this? or did you get that? Now i may not even be placed for practicum this year due to uwi fuckery. You send the email january 5th and didnt even wonder why i didnt reply????Thank you uwi cave hill. Fuck u
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Still I rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya angelou
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya angelou
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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