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"no words used will describe the space i occupy so just know that i am to influence. i'm 24, clean in this (expletive) making ground in the fashion industry to create a style for ciara, party with kate moss; sip tea at high noon with von furstenberg & westwood; yacht with hov & posen, and exist "

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a geo... Tuesday, September 26, 2006 |

two days ago, katie & i were a little ambitious and did some recruiting for the job, which resulted in dinner and drinks (MGD). but before we could begin looking for viable candidates, i tap a woman's car with Katie's car door..... ooops. not too prideful, i'm very apologetic as i'm too slick in my crisp-textured white button down and cherry red down vest by d&g.

too cool for school, this bitter hoebag is bi-polar in her rants as i respond to her plea of what she wants me to do about the missing paint chip, while quelling my shock 'cos 3 seconds before..... the spot next to me was as vacant as Moon Winx. what y'all know about that?

katie, the uber-friendly caucasian; yet, around the way white girl had that n---a hold my purse 'cos i'm bout introduce this b---h to my fist decked with rings look. she suggests i pay for the one paint chip missing & i'm like shit there's this pair of Gucci high-top canvas kicks and some beer i need in my life. i ain't trying to fund her a new paint job.

eventually she gives me 50 feet after insulting me. i swallow the juice cos i was in the wrong only to discover on our return that the c--t was bitching about a geo. u already know!!!

survey said.... ding the dog shit out of her car & floor it, but jail, if caught, is not a good look for my ambition to take over the world so survey says... find justice by buying a voodoo doll and stabbing the shit out of it... OJ style!

the offend-sive... |

not much truly makes me salty although i have an opinion about everything......down to the way the wind blows. there's this tom foolery that's as dead as the high-top fade, & the 1 hoop earring, which left up to Kelis... will be making a serious comeback. i always thought the idea of a quote-unquote fashion police is nothing slight of dumb nor has my oppressive opinion on that matter changed 'cos i view its conceptualization as very, no extremely, nullus!

however, what i do want, right after world peace, is to let this preceding shit i'm to mention to die the death it deserves. yes, the crisp, go get'em, i'm so fly popped collar photographs well for print, but that's it. you're not uber-chic; slick; gq or any other coined term dropped on your block. citing lamers for this infraction is nullusness; yet, i do think its overdue for a re-introduction of my little friend called anthrax 'cos we need to remain alert and in constant fear as punishment for our own crockery. walking around with your collar only signifies that nothing else about you is worth knowing & you possess limited personality needed to make friends.

if you're caught in public with your collar popped, mr.sofresh & soclean, expect your mail to possess a certain white substance only man could create with love. ;)