Wait!! -continues to laugh so hard I cry. Wait! Wait! Wait! Why I was in the car with like 16 other ppl yesterday && that song Like A Pimp came on and I started laughing so hard. OMG. Ion even remember who said it. Or who gm'd it. Or nothin. But somebody was like: When I first heard that song Like a pimp i thought he said "real thugs be dyin on the floor, on the floor, real thugs be dyin on the floor, like a pimp" && he was like "THEY BE DYIN LIKE PIMPS!! :((" THAT was the funniest shit I've ever heard/read in my life. && everybody in the car was lookin at me like i'd lost my mind. Which I probably had a little. Cus it was hot and I was hella sick plus my period started plus my blood sugar was low plus I was runnin off five hours of sleep. OH BUT THAT SHIT WAS FUNNY!!

Moving on.

Hi! Its 12:48pm on Fathers Day. We're getting ready to go take pictures. In theee most SHITEOUSLY ugly polo's I've ever seen in my ENTIRE LIFE. Like, lavandar &&& lime green? Even ZULA BELL Wouldn't be walkin around in those colors, && i gotta take pictures in em. Really? No. Am I the only person that sees the problem with being remembered forever in some ugly ass clothes that you would never actually wear? It seems that I'm the only person that takes issue with that? Let me tell yall somethin, if everybody in my freaking family dies today, and they use those horribly ugly pictures for the group funeral shot, I want yall to laugh. No, its not disrespectful. I want you to laugh, and when they allow time for remarks, if any of yall gets up to speak, I want you to TELL THE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD NEVER WEAR NO SHIT LIKE THAT. Okay I'm done. But yea we're going to take pictures and then we're going to Dinner and then maybe miniature golfing? Bombness. No hiking at the falls. Which makes me sad.

Moving on.

I'm hella random today! Love it. Yesh. I see how yall feel now, when we're talking && I keep logging in and out, cus this nigga D'Angelo is on my nerves lowkey. But its not his fault. The laptop is faulty and old. Smh && things. Blah I don't think I have anything else to say....or do I.....?

RIP to my Chanel bag that broke at Juneteenth yesterday. Its completely repairable as soon as I get repair money, which aint' for a while.

Yea. I'm done. This is kinda longish for me to have never said anything huh? Yea. Its the chocolate for breakfast. Don't ask.

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'qone.