never never NEVER...

Cry on your birthday. It just makes things 100x's worse.
This goes for all things, dnt hav expectations-when you keep them low or nonexistant you cnt be hurt by failed attempts and short comings.
Disappointment might be the worse feeling ever. If I'm mad, I can curse a little and take a nap. Sick? Popp the pills and take a nap. Disappointment lingers and puts you in a hellafide funk, nastier than pms and ruder the road rage.
If I wasn't trying to be grateful that I'm here to see 20 I would probably be a lot worse...

Fuck it.

wow...

Ya I'm drunk and what?! But I stopped by because I said somethin tonight and it clearly fell on deaf ear, not receive, nor reciprocated. Slick...I'm really hurt. Slick...I'm like what the fuck?! And yes, slick...I give up.
Tossed 'em back for Angie V's bday. 151...is not what's up. African rum...is not what's up. But this smooth ass buzz is on point.
shouts out to the roomie for a real ass convo. Shouts out to the bestfriend, always holdin it down. Oh and to drunk checkin "what's up world mane!?"
Ha ha xo
I'm bout to down this water and hit these sheets
Fuck the dumb shyt, keep yo bullshyt, I'm out!

how come!

how come i cnt write comments on m bestfriend's blog
how come things just cnt be good
how come when shyt aint got nothin-NOT A THING to do with you, you always end up in it
how come you always come in conversations at the moment when things sound so dirty
how come we cnt have a convo without saying no pun, or hav no sexual innuendos
how come we make plans and they dnt work out
how come this blog is gonna sound really ghetto when i read it back-i already know
how come hoes gotta be so damn trif
how come bitches always jockin yo man
how come there is a surplus of business on sale at walmart but niggas always gotta find a way in yours
how come everyone knows im in memphis?!
how come im writing all of this hella damn quick. like im shockin myself with these fire ass typing skills
how come all of mr all american's friends are infatuated with me?! and blogging! like wtf lol
how come i woke up today with the intentions of going home, rolled over, and decided i just need one more day
how come we cnt be alone! ugh
how come i really want way more tattoos
how come situations always have to arise to just really put you in a funk!
how come hoes gotta hate
how come i dnt inherit beef. i think im allergic, honestly
how come i saw an entire girls basketball team from S.C. at cracker barrel and all of them hoes had on bonnets, chanel earrings, colorful socks, and nike flip flops. not at CRACKER barrell black ppl, come now!!!
how come its already 2009, i clearly remember the millenium scare
how come im in the mood to play guitar hero
how come ppl have to compare. CLEARLY im not her. she aint got shyt on me, she'll never be this fly
how come i always end up in some mess for other ppl and hav no idea how i got there
how come i know something, wanta say something, cnt, and feel really badd
how come if this turns out to be EXACTLY what it has been predicted to be...this could be....uhm ya pretty damn bad
how come females wanta jack?! sweetheart thats not cute, i promise its not.
how come im considering deleting my facebook and staying low key
how come i look like a slave! this shyt is no bueno!
how come i have all these damn questions and not one-NOT ONE MUTHAFUCKIN- scratch that!-not the slightest inkling of an answer.
2k9 has got to go up from here and its not even that its all that bad but i really need to be making major moves.

walking germ magnets

i have come to the sound conclusion that small children are extremely disgusting! some one will read this and be like, gosh maya so harsh, but i dnt care! they gross me out at times. please do not get me wrong, i love kids, i want kids, and hopefully by then i will be able to get over their trifling ways. for example, i am spending my happy sunday afternoon babysitting two of my beloved kidos from my church, jayla 6 and mekenna 2. makenna cut her finger so i rapidly doctored it up and put an adorable spongebob band aid on it, within 5 mins she returned to me with her thumb out like a hitch hiker, smacking on that bloody band aid like that girl in the back seat of one of those madea movies... GAG! she planted that same thumb deep within her mushroom pizza and followed it up by putting it in her nose...BARF! now jayla has sinus issues and she sometimes cant breathe well and she kinda snores but i love her! while her sister is finding new homes for her marinara blood thumb, jayla is grunting and smacking on pizza like a morbidly obese man. thusly i hav lost my appetite. but on a lighter note, jayla is learning to read, thanks in large part to me! no please hold your applause :) but yes, she is currently butchering "green eggs and ham" sounding very nasal and i must say i am finding myself extremely amused at this futile attempt to sound out "sam-i-am" which is beginning to sound a lot like "say my name" or "tham God damn" and "with" now has a very hard "t" hilarious. its moments like these that i love children, that is until they begin to leak and secrete all sorts of foul things or when they hide various body parts in any available opening...i rest my case, kids are gross!