"Now every club promoter wanna bid like auction//cus we pack shows, Cel-tics like Boston"

Lets make something plain: I am not the baddest bitch. I'm definitely more like your average bitch. But I'm okay with that, so does that make me a little closer to the baddest? I don't know. To be honest, the whole "swagger" concept, confuses the hell out of me. Its like that word was just born in 2004. Popped up again in '06 and now everybody's tryna go all extra hard && be "swaggerful". Honestly? Sit that shit the fuck down somewhere when it comes to me. Like forreal, miss me with it entirely. People with too much "swag" work my fucking nerves. Wanna know why? I'll tell you.

Swag got muhfuckas thinkin its okay to be conceited and generally rude. Oh, swag makes it okay to be an asshole? Fuck outta here. Swag got muhfuckas thinkin its okay to be disrespectful? Fuck.out.of.here. What thee fuck happened to respect and tolerance? Like, I know I might sound like a "lame" (another concept thats going straight over my head, I'm not just like you so I'm lame? Right.) but honestly? Ain't your mother teach you manners? Ain't she tell you all the little kids weren't gonna be like you, and you had to be okay with that? "swag" is getting just as bad as racism, you ask me. Oh, you have permission not to talk to someone because you've decided you know everything about them? Iono. Honestly, I don't. I'll shuttup. But really? Just like, think on it.

Kash was talkin the other day about biting. And to be honest? I'm guilty. I'm not good at not being liked. I know that sounds pathetic. I don't have a problem with that seeing as no one's reading this. But honestly, honestly, it feels to me sometimes like if the only thing preventing me from talking to this whole slew of people who seem so damn fascinating, the only thing preventing me from speaking to them is the fact that my blog layout isn't ridiculously savvy, then shit, I'll make a savvier layout. Small price to pay? Blah. Guess thats what people do when they're being discriminated against. It kinda sucks to realize you really are the type to turn your back on everything you though you believed in just to be accepted.

I said in the other blog, a while back, that I was slowly but surely tearing down all the old stuff and building something new. And I'm still very much doing that. But I can't necessarily consider the old stuff torn down if I can't even say it. If I can't even talk about it, to my damn self lol. So here we go:

There was a time, there are still times, when I'd sacrifice what I think, to be accepted.
I occasionally stretch the truth to sound "cooler" - No one listens to someone with nothing to say.

Those are the two major problems I'm dealing with now. Slowly but surely.

This blog was inspired by, and originally supposed to be about, Nikki Minaj. Cus I'm not the baddest bitch, and she's wanna those extra swaggerful people that I have a feeling would bother me if we met in real life, but you can't say that bitch ain't got punchlines out the ass.

"Cel-tics like Boston"? come on now.

I need to put some music on this blog.
-A.