At the least, I am a greatly irrational person. On tumblr, everyone was taking pictures at Danny[!]'s video shoot. And that's well and dandy. I'm really sorry that I couldn't be there. But wait!

And keeps on appearing.

And is still appearing.

And is now having guest cameo's on Von's tumblr.

Shit, nigga, I can't get through the tall grass?!

Welp. Deleted them all. It's just the internet. I still love them and junk, but there is only so much of his face that I should be forced to stare at. I don't have the energy.

And to be honest, if he turns up at any point while I'm in Georgia, sorry people, but I will abruptly turn around and leave. Peace out.

@6:04pm: He's there? Hands up. I'm done. Have a nice day everybody.
@6:30pm: Stop it guize.
@6:44pm: Come on guize.
@6:51pm: Please, guize. Put it back in the box.
@6:52pm: Guize. I'm gonna delete you all if you don't stop.
@7:20pm: Bai guize.
@7:23pm: I wonder if I'll regret that later? Fuck it. This life ain't bout no regrets.

This is me.

Alright then, my loyal 4 followers. This here is a completely crude and inaccurate depiction of East Flatbush in Brooklyn, NY.

Walking home from the train station is not that bad on a regular day. I only have to walk from about Glenwood [Ave G???] (just imagine that it's there) and 37th street to Avenue K and 45th street. Looking at the grid, that doesn't seem that far. However, when I walk out of the train station into a street being littered with snow and freezing rain, it's the longest walk in the world. Especially when I have no hat, no hood, no scarf, and no top button on my coat.




Not so beautiful. So why is it, that managing too look the way I did at the end of the night, did people find it possible to follow me ALL THE WAY from 38th and Ave H to 45th and Ave J to try to get my phone number?! How do females still manage to get hit on looking like HawtMess? Men must have no standards, because I know for a fact I looked bad. I was tired. I was cold. I was walking forFUCKINGever and I really didn't want to be bothered by anyone before I found myself a nice warm bed.


What is your problem, sir!
No, you can't have my phone number.
It's COLD!

Whatever, yo. I just wanted people to know the madness. Goodnight.