Im wearing pearls today. Ive always loved pearls. Any woman in history who personified class and beauty was always seen with pearls. I think every real woman should own at least one necklace- fake or not. Just create the illusion if you cant define the reality. There is a lost generation of youth who think that their nekkid skin is what makes them beautiful. I beg to differ. Pearls make you beautiful. In order to carry pearls off, you must have a certain air about you. You must be seen AND heard. In contrast to my motherly set of pearls, I have on hot pink finger nail polish. Talk about contrast. I call it Ghettoure... You figure it out.
Im smelling myself right now. No, I do not stink. My grandmother is from the Virgin Islands, so she would often say "You're smelling yourself" as a way to let me know that I was a bit self absorbed. So, Im smelling myself. My pearls are poppin. My lip gloss is poppin. My pink paint is poppin. lol Im on top of MY world. Things are lovely. The birds are chirping. The rest of the birds are being scandolous. Its what they do- they are BIRDS aka PIGEONS. Get it? This day is gonna be alright I start to think.
On a Monday morning, I should feel refreshed, but that isnt always the case. As soon as I start my day some WACK person has to shed some of their WACK scrapings in the atmosphere. Like the wackness oozes out of their pores. They exhale wack air. They have wack thougts, and when they speak- only wackness comes out. It never fails. The $elebrity in me gets t'd off briefly and goes back to being brilliant. In the words of one of my comrads Kiesh: "People hate what they dont understand. They cant figure me out!!!" ...The one song that I could find to relate to how Im feeling right this second is Wack Niggaz. Enjoy it...
$elebreality,
$hay the $elebrity
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