3-6-9 Damn You Fine

I'm hella ghetto tonight.

HELLA.

Well... maybe not hella... I'm just listening to a lot of ghetto like music. That makes me wanna dayunce. Just DAYNCE. Mostly I just need to Kristie-ify my music device, so when we roll through the roaring city streets of Ch'town, we can PUMP UP THE JAM. And make people jealous. They'll see us rollin'. Hatin' will ensue. 

This one song is dirty. It's called 'Come Baby Come' ... Think about it. 

Today was a phenomenal day. One of the best I've had it a while. I had like an hour of school altogether, not including the fire drill. 

SPEAKING OF. We were climbing the stairs. Climbing the stairs... What a way to describe it... It makes it sound like we were ROCK climbing or some shit. Well anyway, we were on our way up the stairs when RIINNNNG. Dayum fire alarm. THEN The fucking doors just closed on us. As if to say "Not this way bitches!". So yeah .. That was fun.

Back to the good-dayness.

We spent the whole day taking photos. Which, I simply love to do. The batteries lost their lives a couple times, but we managed to resuscitate them. No need to worry. Well, we got a few AMAZING photos, and some pretty hilarious videos, of sweet dance moves, and a one footed seagull. 

"Not trying to be rude or anything, but you may get into the building easier if you go through the door" ... Thanks.. I realize that, but sometimes I just like to try and just walk through that wall.

Let's go see The Killers and make-out in the bleachers. On second thought, can we make that a different band? I quite like the The Killers. 

My drinks may have been spiked. My face is as red as a tomato and I've got insane amounts of energy. Similar to that as if I was DRUNK. But I can assure you I am not.... Well at least to my knowledge^^

I really like this hat. Like, insane amounts. I don't think I'll give it back... Well Maybe... Someday... When I return that sweater. 

THREE CAFFEINATED BEVERAGES IN ONE DAY!? I may just get a sexual eruption from my CAFFEINATED BEVERAGES... Or you know.. I may not. 

I don't like fuzzy boots. I really don't, most girls, they like it. But I don't. Wanting a truck or a mustang does not make me BUTCH. It just doesn't. It just makes me a girl who wants a truck or a mustang. 

Insane amounts of happy you've just made me. Just insane amounts. 

This calls for the Ghostbusters theme song. Why's that you may ask, well I've honestly no idea.. I just saw it there. When there's something strange in the neighborhood, who ya gonna call? Fuck the Ghostbusters, call the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Can you guess who? No? Me either. 

I think I'll stop now, I'll leave with this. At this very moment, right now, I'm very content with just about everything. My location could be switched up a bit, but I'm working on that. 

♥b.